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Almost gone

He did not mean to drown. He was to swim until he sank.

He fought so hard
people would say.
And he did,
he did,
until he didn’t.

Gone, long before his heart stopped beating.
In a moment living merely became the passing of time.
He was defeated by the long hard struggle
of being alive.

He looked upon life and realised that everyone
should have the right to reject this gift
that they had never asked for.
Was it not more selfish to demand of another
that they endure the intolerable pain of existence?

In the end, it takes more courage to stay
than to leave and everyone leaves eventually.
Everyone is going to hurt you.
He wished to leave, to give in
before he could see the rest leave too.

They taught him how to give up,
They gave up on him.
He gave up on him.
He gave up.
He gave.
Gave.
He poured all of his soul into the world,
He was now empty with nothing more to give.

He did not mean to drown. He was to swim until he sank.
It was not quite the same thing.
As an anchor, touching the depths of the sea.
It was comforting to know he could sink no further.

He could no longer see the point of getting up.
What was in this new day to look forward to?
All he was doing was suffering sunrises,
and the sun will rise again,
but one day he wouldn’t.

One man’s treasure is another’s curse.
What he once saw as a curse,
he now saw as a treasure,
for he was no longer the same man.

For weeks he was afraid he may leave,
and then he was afraid that he wouldn’t.
There were so many things he could have become.
But he will remain, made up of possibilities,
for he was already gone.

Words, lasting longer than people.