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Sad Man
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He has crushed a leaf, and placed it,
broken, shattered, into an ashtray.
A leaf he pulled from a dying tree;
without a glance at the roots
of the mighty symbol of life.
A cold draft escaped into the room,
shifting the tension he created.
He held not a plan, not a game,
nothing to indicate a survivor.
Instead he whispered of endings
and forgotten seconds of time.
The depth of his passion was lost
in the concrete walls he was being.
Forever, and than again, he would
murmur to the birds; birds who
flew past his tumbled vision.
In his room, thinking he is approved.
he believes his lying propaganda.
Drinking from a glass of lemonade
which was bitter, useless, abused.
He has crushed a life into smoke,
watching it drift sadly away.
