Numb,
fading..
the years took its toll,
onto a dying man's heart.

A breaking body,
and a sorrowed soul..
the stress kept building up,
and the alcohol was his comfort.

Five years,
and onwards..
he would brave the storm,
and not succumb to his death.

Aromas,
and tastes -
he could no longer recognise,
as he lay against the bed
eyes shut and fading,
never again..
would his sight lay upon his family.