The monitor beeps,
With each caged breath,
And labored heartbeat.
Snow piles in drifts, cars crawl with fear,
December in here.
Candle wax drips, telling a tale of time,
If only it were faster,
Too end this torturous bind.
Bound and broken for far too long,
Family tithing for misery,
Hoping for better days, maybe even a song.
Delusions of hope for some selfish needs,
To reconcile future false void,
That should be filled with a man's life deeds.
His gaolers break down and frequently have cried,
Keeping body preserved,
While essence has long died.
Holding on to mortal coil, waiting for the dawn.
With spirit eternally withdrawn,
The total man long gone.
A younger turnkey came asking "What can I do?"
"Quit crying, go away,
Let me have my due."
Sunken eyes devoid of light, curdled skin, and feeble bone.
"You are holding on to nothing."
The man has long since flown.
"Everyone dies alone."
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