His eyes ached
his vision now blurred
it was like when steam
created by scalding hot water
coats a mirror
Life was a drag
was this how it was to end
would he simply fade away
as the sunlight at dusk
slide below the surface
as the sun itself sets
There was a time
that he was well
felt strong
and had a feeling of purpose
he had a dream
Those days were gone
his dream was beyond reach
it vanished in a haze
The warm air
escaping the dryer vents
it was all he had to keep him warm
it smelled of softener sheets
his eyes ached
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