His dreams were troubled.
The visions he saw had a horrible end.
As he watched, the buildings were crushed.
People were tormented by the fires.
When I met him I saw his troubled mind.
He was afraid of the future.
He had little positive to report to me.
I was concerned for his safety.
Every moment with him I saw the strain.
I left his town shortly after that.
I have reflected on his suffering.
I realize now that he was truly alone.
None could help him recover.
I know he is destined to fail
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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