He lay in a puddle of petrified tears,
A look of sheer terror was spread on his face.
He had seen the nightmare, indeed, his worst fears,
He’d looked in the mirror—thus frozen in place.
His mind wandered back to those happier times,
When he was a child with the brightest of minds,
But veils of the present began to appear
And blurry his vision—the memories died.
The mirror had shown him a future of void,
A world with no guidance, no presence of mind.
His dreams and the memories would soon all be gone,
Forgetting himself, leaving sanity behind.
He’ll only see figures, but none known to him,
The ones he once loved would be shadows—unknown.
They all would be one and the same in his world,
All colours would fade to the beige of the mould.
He tried to hold on to his thoughts full of light,
But darkness appeared and began its embrace.
He wanted to fight it, but with weakened soul,
His own features now had become a blurry face.
He lay in a puddle of petrified tears,
With a distant gaze in his now blinded eyes;
The veil of oblivion had covered his mind,
He had met with the sickness which brought his soul’s demise.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 