Another Last Sigh

How oft I look at the grey sky,
And breathe the hope of a last sigh.
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.