Monday, May 12, 2014


As the sun declares defeat and leaves the scene,
Shadows and worries join forces,
The last glitter of hope fades away...

Without a trace.

A mind,
Tired and beat,
waits in silence,
The ultimate observer..
Leaves the scene.

From far far away,
There's a whisper,
Yet to be born,
Yet to be free..

A man.. Half.. Alive..