to deal with the grief and the blot..
with his life and within his pen..
the empty vessel and his endless strife..
surfacing at the darkest moments..
enduring the plethora of bad emotions..
while being ignored on his notions..
he continues to be drained of emotions..
battered and beaten he lays on the ground..
waiting for his lifeless body to be found..
but within his eyes lie a faint shimmer..
weak embers just waiting to be fanned..
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