Darkness Comes Poem by wardha jawdat

Sitting in the darkness
Paying the price of dissipation
Dried blood lacing the back
Of his hand, his cheek, his neck
Open eyes looking up at a
Bleak ceiling; emptiness
In their pathetic depts..
Shadows pass in their sphere
Reminiscent
Of the past
The tears come again….
And with them comes the pain.
The sharp stinging pain
Which threatens to suffocate
Threatens to pry out his soul;
He gasps
Claws at his unrelenting ribcage
Tries to stand up
Falls …
Claws in painful anguish at the cold floor
Desperate for that one precious gasp of air.
Robbed even of a last breath
he can feel the darkness closing in
Gathering him to itself
Mercifully
Rapidly
Permanently.