DAWN
Waiting for the break of dawn
a life's yet to born
He sat at the top of the hill
as the wind comfort his will
Dark thoughts fading
as the sun caries his sunken eyes
The war he endlessly fought
The constant battle for his soul
There he was
patiently waiting
and he will rise
I know he will.
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Good one
Great poem, some just struggle till they can't struggle no more.
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