The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Has captured time In well-rehearsed and Regular trembling Each movement marking its painful passage To the blackness Of a think-free night Of a dreamless void
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Laughs silently now In disowned mirth Each soft guffaw Pulsed with shaking Laced with timorous tears And fears of lone
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Feels his aching limbs And feeble gait And slumps and slumps Under the crushing Expectation
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Cries silently Love love he cries Cling to love Still he cries
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Sighs without Breath he sighs With clayed breath
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Of life Of death Lies
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Trembles Still
The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures Weeps
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The grumpy old man With the claustrophobic pictures