The Cocoon

It was a cold, dreary day,
As he stared out of the window,
He could only focus on his reflection.

An old soul trapped in a cocoon.
As the iciness chewed at his cheeks,
He felt alone.

Nothing in this world could fix his utter depression.
As the angels crept over his shoulders,
He lightly nudged them away like
Flies perching on his body.

He had seen Darkness slowly take,
Withering away all that was whole in his world.

The man tried so hard in his life to seek happiness,
Seek the comradery,
But the cocoon never budged.

You see,
There are some people who deserve this treatment,
Not because they particularly want to,
But by the grace of life itself,
Death is the gospel with which he lived by.

Death will free his body from utter desolation.
He excepts his fate,
He has to,
For it is God's will.