Abandoned

(the touch of Death)

a life of colors
once promised, now no more
coz lost in some tumult
were all glimmers of hope
when his soul was traded
when his heart was sold
he trod the path unknown
looking for happiness
in strange places and strange eyes
coz the tears he had once shed
were now dry
it has ended now
his life of sorrow
under sheets of clay
inside a wooden box
he lays abandoned
unwanted, unmourned