The frail old man

From the deafening dark ends
Of my youthful dreams
Peeps in a frail old man!
Shamefully drowned
In his own shadow of grief,
He stares at me
With disgruntled disbelief!
He wordlessly probes
The fate of my resolve
His meek, helpless eyes
Let my thoughts evolve…
My perceived self-worth
Suffers a sudden fall
Along the dead dark corridor
I feel pushed to the invincible wall!

A hidden door in the corner creaks
And a bright blue beam lights up my face.

Thank you Time, for waking me up!