The broken man
The dying man
In the quiet room
Blue dim light
Searches thoughts
His silent thoughts
His shrilled and troubled
Breathing thoughts.
His fears, his dying tears
His loves his hates
His now meaningless fates
In this towering hour
His last and final hour
Will his tears freeze
Troubled breathing rest
In his rising chest ?
What can he fear..here
More than the life he lived ?
Deaths falling gown
The echo of lifes fading sound
The broken man
In the quiet room
A blue dim light.