A Dead End

He keeps packing, travelling, working,
never ending
He is afraid to stop becuase he has a home no more
The lonely journey on the road is way better than the one he endures in life
In the end, he will die a workaholic with no family to feed
That to him, it’s still better than a lone man with no one to bury him

Fighting Alone

You took away
the ache I endured
from inflamed organs
replaced it with a sharp pain
the moment you walked away

I have not been the same
trying so hard
to hold my shattered heart together
between hospital treatment visits
and hope for a better day

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