F|Ears

A paralyzed man
Staring at the T.V.
Over a cracked couch
Barely moves and blinks

A pause into time
A queue of rest and breaks
Furtively wishing death
Crushed on a breathless bliss

Why did that have to turn?
How could a drained heart bleed?
How to become again?
How to rebuild the bridge?

A still and sad man
A bunch of attached dreams
The curtains of what he lacks,
Detachment all there is

Will the cracked soul mend up?
Now that iceberg melts and heats
The doubts of me trying to trust
Fighting my giant fears.