(Written with a free(ish) pen(finger))
A crescendo
Of blue and black
A different thought
A memory lacked
A dreamed deceived
A prayer let go
A miracle wasted
No life to show
A constant reminder
Of no success
A recent triumph
Turned into death
A fickle fate
And witty grim
A walks right past
Every day he skims
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