WE FAILED
the world failed him failed man without remorse saddled with too much responsibility pushing him beyond his ability his mental health is left unchecked not much care if his hair is unkempt his heart and pocket size is significant his smile should be recalcitrant less help more expectations less love no emotions no tears for him until his demise men recieve their first flowers at their funeral his death springs a core reality his coffin golden and alluring on his grave engraved a beautiful epitaph colorful wreathe and scented rose petals you sought him out and he’s no more all he labored for becomes insignificant tell me why should a man go through this phase the world has no pity, no remorse, no memory he’s remembered but for a while time will tell, someone else wears his shoes time will tell, someone else lies on his bed time, a betrayal of man ...
