Man in a Hospital Bed

His putrid vessel has exhausted
it's allotted time. The sheets
bear no weight,
and the flowers are wilting.

All this is known to him.
He has seen, his weakened shadow
and his footprint is lighter these days.
He knows his time has come.

His sunken eyes
yield no fear,
his patience is wearing
and his soul is brimming.

The sentimental menagerie
offer no solice,
just broken sentances
and awkward silence.
He knows his time has come.

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Written on 2011-09-24 at 05:08

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