The features of his face silhouetted
On the wall behind him
As he sat distressed on the bed
They used to share
The galore of guilt was insolvent
To the pain which he caused that night
His feelings were clashing
With the emotions deep in his heart
He loved her dearly
However, that point is moot
Erased by infidelity
Nothing left to discuss
The state of shock disabled his tears
While he stared blankly at the floor
The clean slate he was given
Now dirtied with another woman’s hair
No protocol to follow
No wounds to dress
The fleece blanket he sat upon
That seat would be his last…
The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston 
blink
cos the brink
edge of eternity
see?
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