What does he do when he’s lost,
there’s no way to forget what he caused.
Offshored, he looks far in the distance,
but his eyes are stained and his cuts are raw.

Although he cannot see his future,
he is not blind nor numb,
he can still feel the suture.

He keeps his fingers tightly crossed,
“Don’t save me,” is his only thought.
The burden that is him makes others grimace,
but no one knows how hard he fought.

A tunnel with no light getting colder,
he feels the lack of blood,
he can still feel himself molder.

Exhaling he breathes his last breath of frost,
eyes lost in the stars and free from the rot.
Ignored, the world unaware of his existence,
he knows all are happier, now that he’s gone.