I buried him
In the horizon I conjured
With each fleeting
Cowardly step

So that he may tussle
With his inner misfortunes
Helpless, disheartened and unkempt

The son
Of the same ragged cloth
Was left to sway
In the noose of his own design

To flounder unseen
And hopelessly dissolve
In the raging currents
Of my callous mind