Dead End

Searching sleep stolen from sockets,

Invisible hands choking breath.

Emptying all pockets,

At the sight of approaching death.

Confined within limited time brackets,

Life here on earth.

Like glitters of various colors in packets,

Once bursted gives birth.

To joy wrapped in blankets,

Of comfort and warmth

A chain with shiny lockets,

Getting weaker in strength,

Somehow to burry the hatchet

As the hour drew forth

Lying wasted wondering its worth

Losing senses at the distant sound of trumpet.