As he walked along, the shadow turned fainter. Just the inverse of his mind. The more he wanted, the little he got. The tune that he whistled faded away just like his listless energy. As he walked along, he reminisced his life. He took a quick sneak peak behind him to check if the usual demons were following him. These were unusual times. And all he had with him were usual weapons. Rusty. And lifeless.
He moved the tongue around his jaw inside as if a good stretch inside his palate would make his tongue sharper. A butter knife was far better. There was a time when his sharp tongue could give his enemies a run for their monies. There was a time when his looks could kill. In his days, he was known to be a handsome charmer.
Now? He was something of a man hag. His gait lost its' panther like prowl. His laughter lost its' hyena like howl. His moves on the chess board lost the edge. His words that he typed lost their razor sharp intellect. His stubbornness lost his partner in crime. And his sense of rightness lost him his family.
With a sharp rap to the walking stick, he tried to gauge his way another step further. He couldnt move. He tried harder. Nothing budged. In the darkness that was- he didnt know what was going on. His tired old mind was playing tricks. Was it the visible wall that was invisible in the darkness? Or was it his invisible resistance?
He realized he was finally, royally blocked. Check mate. In weariness, he turned back to re-trace but knocked himself to the invisible barrier- yet again.
This was what 6 feet under felt like.
He moved the tongue around his jaw inside as if a good stretch inside his palate would make his tongue sharper. A butter knife was far better. There was a time when his sharp tongue could give his enemies a run for their monies. There was a time when his looks could kill. In his days, he was known to be a handsome charmer.
Now? He was something of a man hag. His gait lost its' panther like prowl. His laughter lost its' hyena like howl. His moves on the chess board lost the edge. His words that he typed lost their razor sharp intellect. His stubbornness lost his partner in crime. And his sense of rightness lost him his family.
With a sharp rap to the walking stick, he tried to gauge his way another step further. He couldnt move. He tried harder. Nothing budged. In the darkness that was- he didnt know what was going on. His tired old mind was playing tricks. Was it the visible wall that was invisible in the darkness? Or was it his invisible resistance?
He realized he was finally, royally blocked. Check mate. In weariness, he turned back to re-trace but knocked himself to the invisible barrier- yet again.
This was what 6 feet under felt like.
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