Shadows dance near the edges
Of a tearful, troubled mind.
They call it Shadow Land:
A place where broken dreams
Die a slow, lonely death.
The heart still beats deliberately,
In a chest that has forgotten
How to breathe deeply and fully.
The mind gradually slows to a crawl.
Awareness shuts down as systems
Switch on automatically.
Eyes stare straight ahead
Without a glimmer of hope.
The need for movement ceases.
Yet still, the heart pumps on in
A body filled with bleak despair.
Age has taken its toll on lips
That have forgotten how to form
A smile that once lit up a room.
He dozes for a while–oblivious
To all the sounds around him.
He finally stirs, moving
Like some kind of marionette,
Sitting up and putting his feet
On the floor, one foot at a time.
He leaves his house and starts
His solitary journey down the street.
No one realizes the courage it takes
For him to walk one step forward,
To stop and say hello to people
While walking down the street.
There is a kind of determination,
He finds, in trying to survive
One more day without hope.