BROKEN MAN
Hollow eyes of age
Bloodshot trail of second chances
Window to his flagging soul
Ashen evanescence
Forsaken dreams
Etched in quagmire fissures
His ghastly ancient face
No longer recognizable
To those who deem him dearly
Days of glory past
Mystic morose irony
Once so proud and vibrant
This day
Cowering
Chapfallen
Fractured
Reduced to a fragile shard
Caustic trail of tears
Moist with acrid agony
He longs for noble death
A warrior’s funeral pyre
Inanimately suspended
In acrimonious purgatory
Hells inferno
Stoked by mental illness
Shattered egos terminal diagnosis
Have mercy on this knurled rolling stone
Seeking peace
In all the wrong places
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
