Isolation

there´s no frantic pace
in this place
there´s no sign of life
in his wilt face

shadows moving no longer
they shut his door
he passed all hopes
his heart doesn´t beat anymore

the division of dead souls
walks in resignation
a funeral procession
to static stations

isolation

here the old man lays
for eternal days
his eyes blinded
his hair greyed

he must walk in isolation
he cut adrift
with my flowers
in his rigid fist

the division of dead souls
walks in resignation
a funeral procession
to static stations

isolation