Sadly he fades
As will his shadow,
Ever so frayed
By lingering sorrows,
From loosing his way
To what he had left,
Be hours or days
Already too worn,
To assess his stay
Made be life norm,
Of requisite hold
Will cease exist,
As displace unfolds
Once meant to inhabit,
While rulers bent low
And annihilatingly bold,
Leads man into darkness
Of a world going hollow!
Poetry on a Canapé 