I AM A FRAGILE MAN



A man lies in a house of dust and sand

faith in the future pours through calloused hands


and slowly smothers an iron will to live


no lust, no love, no passion left to give


But in the hallowed halls of his damned heart


there lies


fallen leaves


for every long lost love

,
books filled with broken ambitions,


fading frames for friends and family


missing


in the blackest depths


a longing


for lust, love, ambition, passion to give


And a fragile mans desire to find the will to live.

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