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Inspired by a true story
The cold has frozen his face
and has embraced him tightly.
A swig from the bottle won't help.
No distraction will ever work out.
He's bottling his memory up.
A long time ago at the same place
he met his biggest love
with whom he'd tie the knot forever.
The memory of that one girl
breaks his heart.
He can see her face clearly before him.
Love hurts insufferably.
Many hours full of joy.
The whole world is glowing densely.
He'd do anything to go back
into a life surrounded by approval.
The breath gets quite and weak,
the movement akward.
His future is obscure and hazy
but he will never be able to return.
Who's to blame here?
The alcohol blurried his sight.
Love's patience is not endless.
His addiction broke his neck.
Yet people are playing at Berlin's castle grounds recklessly
but there's no happy ending in this poem.
His arms are hanging down slackly.
You're poking him but he won't notice.
It's not always like in movies
with endings so happy and without sorrows.
His faith shatters ultimately
and his hope sets for good.