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My first freeverse, so comments are greatly appreciated!

He's not sure when he stopped

believing

It's oh-so-long-ago

now

He's not really sure of

any

thing

any

m

o

r

e

.

The silence is just so l o u d.

The only sound

–

his

breath,

visible in the cold, *s*n*o*w*y* night.

Hesi tation means death

He doesn't want to die.

He's not sure how to

l

i

v

e

.

Notlikethis.

Still.

He does what he has to.

He's a good little boy

{or, perhaps a man now}

{nineteen years and oh-so-old}

He understands

Duty

comes

.

.

above

.

all

else

.

Nomatterwhat.

{right?}

He wanted this.

Once.

In that same realm of oh-so-long-ago.

That same distant, s u r r e a l

~~~memory~~~

of a time when he used to believe.

B u t a l l g o o d t h i n g s m u s t end.

But, he thinks, all bad things must e n d, t o o.

This

must

end.

And there's no one else to do it but

him.

The one who's never *mattered*

The one so easily

.

{overlooked}

.

is the only one left who can change this.

Because it must c ha n ge.

It must e n d.