missing, pt. I: John Doe

missing, pt. I: John Doe

I found a man this morning
beaten and left to die in the cold
his eyes were still wide open
and I saw
there was a story
dying to be told

in the beginning
there was light
then it began to seize
over and over
he lost his fights
never got the break he needed

one day he turned to God
he begged
please

make me forget about all
make me yet another saint
let me have an easy fall
let me slowly faint

I found a man this morning
buried,
under a thin layer of snowflakes
still with a smile on frozen lips
and I saw
there was truth
ready to awaken

in the end
sorrow shook his hand
then and there
as struck by lightning
he understood
(I now understand)

I had found the remains
of me

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