Sat for an hour In front of a mirror Glasses fogged A pain struck Neck bent Mind clogged Degrading neurons Hemmed in itself Hard to breath Wrinkled skin The old man died Got wrapped in fabric Just burn Old do that, they say.
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Packing a lot of feeling into minimalistic lines. The hallmark of a truly great poem.