time stood still
the leaves unruffled
frozen in his tracks
mind clouded and dark
sky a whirl of black and grey
melonchany beat of a funeral drum
fields dry and parched
the air motionless , still
sunset , sunrise
dark and bright
darkness and light
fly to the sun
which did not exist
no misery no happiness , numb
scraping the sides of that chamber
to the skylight for truth vision ,
illusion crept over concience
no matter how he tried he could not break free
silent spectator to imminent doom
yet,images of hope swirled deep within
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