Sitting in the darkness <br />Paying the price of dissipation <br />Dried blood lacing the back <br />Of his hand, his cheek, his neck <br />Open eyes looking up at a <br />Bleak ceiling; emptiness <br />In their pathetic depts.. <br />Shadows pass in their sphere <br />Reminiscent <br />Of the past <br />The tears come again…. <br />And with them comes the pain. <br />The sharp stinging pain <br />Which threatens to suffocate <br />Threatens to pry out his soul; <br />He gasps <br />Claws at his unrelenting ribcage <br />Tries to stand up <br />Falls … <br />Claws in painful anguish at the cold floor <br />Desperate for that one precious gasp of air. <br /> Robbed even of a last breath <br />he can feel the darkness closing in <br />Gathering him to itself <br />Mercifully <br />Rapidly <br />Permanently.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-comes-4/
