The Man

Past to future. Darkness to hope.

A time long past turns a heart to despair

Shrinking lights fade, dimmer through time

Waves of heat coarse through flakey veins

Light and weak, churning acidic grime.

Pushing and pushing, yet the walls do not budge

Light shining through cracks give hope and to reason

Now blocked are these gaps, the way shut it would appear

The man foreboding, no gesture, no way to please him

Body stays still, fixed to hard wood

Piercing eyes envelop, curse rising deep one must abide

Sweat now empeeding, heart racing, mouth dry

Terror now gripping, a darkness inside.

Days gone by still sing a sad song

With no regret the man still marches on

Left with wounds buried deep, hard to begone

Head facing the sky, time to proudly carry on.

Author's Note

Any constructive comments are more than welcome :)