His lungs stopped filling to full.
His eyes fell into a lull.
Shoulders slooped, as gravity and life did its job of pulling him down.
The details of which live behind his eyes.
Shrouded in doubt, fear and seclusion.
His life’s end won’t bring his conclusion. He’s wearing the wisdom of the wounds of the world.
The lines between death and life always seem blurred.
Frailty is a state he knows.
Paralyzed by life’s quicksand.
Wearing the wisdom of the would of the world.