The Last Breath

Still in his own dream,

Sits a fragile old man,

His eyes silently scream,

Waiting to die alone.

The sound of his silence,

Pierces his ears through,

The sharpness of it he can sense,

Yet the sound he cannot hear.

His mind, full of memories,

Yet empty in strange way,

Wondering if they cease to exist,

Or slowly fade away?

He’s faced times tough,

Clear in his head,

Yet all he’s certain of

Is his own uncertainty.

He knows death approaches

He knows it approaches fast,

Yet all he wonders is,

Would his next breath be his last?