Both of them weren’t they the same?

Hungry for warmth and to be included

Both waiting for a certain someone to rid them of this misery

Weren’t both of them ridiculed by all

The boy slept peacefully knowing

a guard shall remain on alert all night long

The even breaths could be heard

and up came the hands hairy and of dirt

grabbing his neck with all might

with eyes only seeing the betrayal

gasping for air soon he was still again

For both of them weren’t they the same?

Both a figment of imagination

Who is real?

after all

Both of them were surely the same.