Fetid air hung above,
pots within his clenched fists,
he examined the concealed,to find one last drop.
Thoughts rendered his cries
Where?
Into the unknown?
His position static
with his body deprived of minds that could cherish....
One among the many was he
who lay below the fetid air,
his body twisted wearily of the past struggle,
yet,minds never journeyed
through the tracks
widened over the years.
Sparse was his mind,
now clung onto his vague cries,
for the unseen inch of a drop
in which lay his life;
it wouldn't yield out.
His soul,unrivalled with courage,left him....forever....