Thinking of all the thing happened to him,
He was broken inside.
No voices from within,
No voices from outside.
Wrapped in the layers of misery followed by darkness,
All his life was filled with memories & sadness.
'Pull me out', he yelled from that deep pit,
But that pit was made with no exit.
Sure, there is a ray of hope,
As it stands for all.
But for him there wasn't any ray,
That could give him any hope.
Deep down the pit,
Wrapped with zillion layers & locked up tight.
There wasn't anyone who can take him out,
From that miserable life.
At last the only solution he found,
'He pushed away the chair around,
Followed by, Sudden silence after a creaky sound.'
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