Dying Man

The Sun is out
Wonder what change it’s mind
Maybe a change of plan
Maybe for the sigh of a dying man

The day is calling
Maybe I should go out
A cock is mocking
A lame crawling towards his post

There is nothing moving
Except this beating
Never stopped since the beginning
I wonder what kept it going

My body is so still
How it holds this racing mind
I never could tell

somehow light managed to pierce through the walls
Showed this prison is full of floating particles
Maybe like those rays they managed to get inside
Or maybe they are splinters,
Fire to embers
Flickering smithereens
to a dying man




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