A Dead Man's Story

April 30, 2014

The creases of the sidewalk

Drifting heavily aside

The darkness of the night

Walking as the ride

Quietness all around

The sense of the decease

Bodies nowhere in sight

Just the wind at ease

The willing to live

Is so unbearable

The thought of death

Was truly terrible

Yet dealing with this

Was what he thought

Left him and his will

Fragicly to sought.

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