Friday, November 29, 2013

Accused of not struggling enough

She simply left
And never came back
"How could he?"

And here he was
A man that lost his kid and wife
A man accused of not struggling enough
His face, again, hardly changed
But his hair grew white
In less then a night
His heartbeat was slower then a clock
His voice was almost gone
Once a young man, he looked so old
With only one question in his mind
"How could you?"
He lived the rest of his days
Like a puppet forced to breathe
He never talked
And hardly walked
And died unknown
Suddenly, but expected
One late night he died.

The man accused of not struggling enough
He died alone and lost
In the darkness of the night
And was buried by some strangers
With no priest or a cry
That's how he lived, that's how he died
The man accused of not struggling enough.

                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                 © LiLit Ghazaryan

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