He lies awake, the treatments make his day.
His eyes are blurred, the world is far away.
He thinks upon his past now gone astray,
He had thought his life was lost, today.
Despite his state,
He feels no hate
For his assailants.
Expecting little from life,
Just another strife
With new miscreants.
So he lays back,
Ponders the attack,
And his treatment.
A life without mirth,
No self worth,
He forgives their intent.
If he was attacked simply for his cash,
His loss would achieve some happiness.
He appreciates this kind of sacrifice.
At least this is of some worth.
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