A Ruined Man

Driven to Verse

Do you see the man in ruins,
curled up in his dark cocoon?
He is wrapped in sore and sorrow;
a puparium all built from wounds.
His is not a season’s slumber;
not a problem simply solved.
Inside his wraps of grief and sadness
he is broken; he’s dissolved.
At the end of his entombment
there are two alternate paths:
either he’ll emerge the stronger,
or he’ll succumb and he will pass.

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