Receding lines

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The sphere cracks,

as he smiles, in tatters

shatters,

it all,

bearing no faults,

lazing,

getting fatter.

 

As he leaves the room,

believes, he’s fading

prays,

his heart

is breaking.

 

Far away,

feel his pain,

misery is the name,

of a cruel game

that he’s played,

forever.

Growing old,

but he never

stopped to smell,

the wilted flowers,

blind with power,

Walking tall- it’s a lie

says the dying wise guy

 

As he got slayed by life,

the strife,

and struggle,

expanding, never ending

golden moments,

like his hair,

receding,

finish lines,

were ceasing,

 

Like his horizons,

pretty sunsets

as his sun sets.

He can’t see

anymore,

Phantasms

galore.

 

The endless roads converge,

he is on the verge,

of going mad,

but he can’t

 

since he’s dead.

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