life of a deadman

ExodusExodus Posts: 212
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
pain sets in...
this life is Bigger than the both of us

stings the man
who holds the crown of victory on himself

stains the blade
the darkness covers all that you can't see

if a man in a room is surrounded by that which cannot be
then how can it harm what he holds dear,

his life,
more precious than the last.

but he's alive
and that's what matters

memory haunts him
and the mind he has left

just keeps going
no way, no time, no rest

it's not life
but it's something like it

and that's close enough for him.


days close in
nights close out
target takes aim
mind filled with doubt

no change now
not for him
holding the crown
far above them
Between the conception and the creation

Between the emotion and the response

Falls the shadow.
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