His Acceptance

He stares at the wall as the time goes by,

As the clock ticks on well beyond midnight.

He looks at himself perplexed and vile,

Reaping the thorns of his crazy wine.

The moment of madness is well past gone,

The damage that is, has all been done.

He looks as his life as a bombarded war town

Where the debris of the clash is scattered around

The taste of the poison is still sour in mouth,

Memories of his past haunting around.

As he comes down to the end of his life,

Laying on his bed jotting down.

The plans they made were never fulfilled,

Love and friendship gone with the wind.

Time is such it hides, does not heal.

As it all goes by in its crazy wheels.

But his life was fun and joyous once,

When he shared his thoughts with his loved one.

When he held her hands and walked the streets,

Planning for their future that came to be.

His life now is a haunted past,

As he lays on his bed staring at the wall.

Waiting for her last missed call,

As he lays down, staring at the wall.