the mind's recesses

Old

My fingers are shrivelled and shaking.
My hair is thin and white.
My mind is slowly breaking.
My eyes are losing light.

My memory is fading away
Into an endless, greying sea.
And I await for the day
Death comes looking for me.

My lips are chapped and dry,
And I can barely speak at all.
I stare emptily at the sky
And watch the raindrops fall.

My heart throbs with unbidden hurt
Because you are not here.
Instead you lie within the dirt,
While I slowly disappear.

Upon my skin has been etched
A drawing of cracked lines.
They remind me of all the wretched -
Those people who left me behind.

But my life hangs by its final threads -
My time is near its finish.
But I shall head up to my bed
And sleep 'til the night does diminish. 

And as I rest my weary bones,
A knocking can be heard.
My spirit rises, all alone,
And takes off like a bird.

And when the dawn arrives once more,
My body will be found.
But for now let me sleep like before -
Without a single sound.