The Broken Man

A smile that never reached his eyes
A heart that always beat too fast
A hope that still refused to die
A fight lost, feeble his battle cry
He stood on the precipice lost and alone
Staring into a forever that would never be his
Living that curse, the destiny his hand held
Wanting to run, bound by life
He looked and stared, wished to jump
His treacherous feet though held fast
Weary and broken he smiled once more
And trudged home once bright eyes downcast...