21 MAR 2018 AT 11:35

There he lay, a carcass on a hill
Warm, his summer shines.
With sweet breath, he fills his head
A fire, he builds upon his lips,
sweet as wine, he breathes.
His mind, a sullen stupor now,
his hopes, a shattered dream.
He let them be, a silent smile
as the wind passes by
His demons, now peacefully sleep.

- Inzemam