• his chest rose and fell
    in perfect measure
    the sudden urge to stand and yell
    she was his only treasure

    time slows with every tick
    he dies a little, watching the clock
    breathing in air, so thick
    waiting for the tock

    thoughts run through a tired mind
    knowing he cant stay here
    beyonde that door what will he find
    a sky with out a single tear?

    "i used them all" he thinks
    pavement hits him hard
    the wise old man winks
    no longer needing a guard