The noose tightens
Oxygen restricted
The last sunset takes hold
A rain over cast day
Some how poetic irony
Broken heart
Broken dreams
Broken lullaby
The cowboy know
Reality has a harsh humour
Even in the last second
Hope lingers like dew
Moist on the morning
Laughter and tears
Smiles and regard
There should be more
Hanging in air
Inches above the ground
Lost between here and there
There is a voice
Telling a stories
I am sorry
For this and that
But mostly for not being more
The noose is cut
The man is lowered
Waiting to be taken home
Answers that never mattered
Questions with little empathy
Broken heart
I am sorry
Broken dreams
For this and that
Broken lullabies
Not being more
The sun sets
Just another ordinary day
Cloudy with intermittent showers
Poetic justification looms
There is silence
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