Callused spirit in declining coil <br />Bended back as if he knows <br />Skin creased from fended toil <br />A cane to stress the pose <br /> <br />Face to caution any greeting <br />Eyes that shift the blame <br />His soul controls the beating, <br />Of a heart that renders a list of shame <br /> <br />In a mind engaged in yesterday <br />He reasons through the lies <br />That pride continues to betray, <br />Up until the day he dies <br /> <br />The devil’s claim long since given <br />For remorse will never reign <br />On these shoulders the consequence is driven <br />Anticipates his failed veins <br /> <br />Slow record through harried eyes <br />Soles fall flat in all his debris <br />The present mocks a disregarded demise <br />Reflected glances to remind it’s me<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-to-die/
