The Grey Train

Glazed and expressionless
Poised but not ready,
Feet on the ground
and a gait that's unsteady
Speech with no noise
Listening to deafness
Chest moving in
but lungs still all breathless
Face that is hoping
a smile that is bent
a new beginning
a life almost spent
Eyes awakened
a brain that's asleep
a shuffle of footsteps
unable to leap
A touch to the fingers
numbed and exposed
and feeling of pins prodding deep in my toes
My body cocooned
in a shroud of its making
hiding from a life
that I am forsaking