The days grow ever shorter,
The nights forever long,
The shadows of the past return to sing their tortured song.
The past never forgotten,
The future bare and bleak,
The dream of love died suddenly in one ill-fated week.
The years a lonesome battle,
The pain too much to bear,
The road has brought him to a place that no one else can share.
The further he has travelled,
The more he’s felt the loss,
The guilt a cold reminder each time he sees a cross.
The time now fast approaching,
The journey near its end,
The damage far beyond the realms of hope or faith to mend.
The panic slowly fading,
The cut is warm and deep,
The voices calling out to him to close his eyes and sleep.
The final pages turning,
The ending almost sweet,
The darkness brings him peace at last upon that silent street.