Gray hair it shows
From my old head
I am alone
and nearly dead
Old age dictates
My course of action
I just can't wait
All i've rationed
Its here now
Staved off tears
The emotion i've stifled
Till this moment
The tragedy of loneliness
Driven by fists
Of my phantoms
These twisted
apparitions grudge
Over the war waged
The held off death
For these last breaths
I see in the emotionless
All dressed in black
To contrast the white light
From the oncoming tunnel up ahead
No more goodbyes nothing was said
I close my eyes another frail ghost
Dead