he was ready to
end it all.
A noose in hand;
feet ever close to the edge—
but these are trivial things,
when the man himself,
all abandoned
and without faith,
finally surrendered.
There was nothing more
the world could take from him.
He felt;
he knew;
he saw—
how cruel the world can be.
And he was nothing but
another speck of dust.
Oh, how his story
could have been just another cliché,
were it not
for another soul—
as hopeless as he was,
yet slightly ever blessed.
He had seen too many ends
falling to the same conclusion:
the last page
is all torn,
soaked in tears,
and caked with blood.
He wanted to see
a different ending.
And so—
the man who surrendered
was given
a second chance.
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