A solemn smile, a seldom laugh, a constant weep
A crippled soul, a frail body, a spirits beauty, years to keep
A tad shameful, a drop of water, shed from the eye of the boy without sleep
An open casket, a chilling image, a loved one forever asleep
A huge leap from life to death it is, creeps along side you like an unfamiliar shadow
A long distance, between you and I, nothing darker exists, than a death of a widow
A secretive tear, a soul less run the third eye, a last breath
A bitter joke with unnecessary timing, can tarnish a soul, causing death
A day tinted with grey, an emotionless mindstate wrapped in a troubled man yearning to fall too
An infants hand, dig into the gravel of earth, raises his hand and watches the sand fall through
Brown eyes examining the situation, and slowly dying passion
Panikcing slowly, like the passenger of a car crashing
Should I be ashamed of the struggle one body contained?
Or run so far away to face the hours of prayer of pain
...Who should I be today...
