A broken glass; broken man inside
His skin sagging from years of toil
A frown, due to life's difficult ride
Waiting blithely for the next tide.

A tide to wash away memories,
Another to drag him into the sea.
Where death awaits with open arms
Where depth hides its charms.

Today, the man is dying with hope
Waiting, patiently, for an absolution.
An absolution that is to never come
For the heart isn't yet quite ready.

Not quite ready to move on,
Not ready to forget that moment.
That moment of blood, of pain
Sticks today, an permanent stain.

This silence, it returns, it haunts.
It reflects on the pool of the past.
It travels the hollows of promises,
The shallows of trust, of love.

This silence, my friend of past, today
I stare blankly at its new familiarity.
What had once left me, returns today
A familiar pain emerges in the heart.

The inescapable tragedy of love
Now playing in the theatre of absurd.
Then, there was the shade of dark death
Today I am naked in the snide sun.

I walk away, knowing that you're waiting.
And it probably hurts me more than you.
But my sacrifice today will open the gates
For joys for you; perhaps for me too.

I accept walking in the shadows today,
So that you and only you get the limelight.
I accept being an old, fading star today,
So that your starry journey makes a start.

How much blood my veins carry I don't know,
Don't  know when the dam of patience will break.
I live today, I die, eat, love, hate, pray today.
Tomorrow's sun I despise; it's promises I don't take.