Good Days and Bad Days

Most days
He coped.
It was hard,
But he coped.
He counted the hours
As they passed,
Each felt longer
Than the last.
Each a punishment.
Each a farce.
Some days
He could not cope.
On those days,
Time threatened
To engulf him,
Sirens called him
Onto railways,
Bridges and tall buildings
Promised quick release.
He hurt so much.
He longed for peace.

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