Broken Wings

My wings are broken
And I cannot fly,
My spirit is gone
And slowly do I die,
Though life is still dear,
I treasure every breath,
Yet, of death I have no fear,
My vision of this world
Grows darker every day,
But once it is lost,
I do not want to stay
In a place empty of light,
Just shadows - dark and gray,
To consciously live
Captured in the dark
Is a reality too stark,
Without my eyes to see,
I rather quit this world,
I do not want to be...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz