Dead & Cold Poem by Joel Liew

Where the darkest ally meets the hottest hell,
lies an old man with a story to tell.
as he starts, tears shows up.
he bit his lips & swallows hard.
He's been through rocky paths
that cuts & slash like broken glass.
withstand winds that aims to strike him down
& piercing rain that wants him drowned.
Bomb attacks & raging wars,
leaving corpse behind on red floors.
No drops of water for several years.
But none of those could show him fear.
But there was once he lost his soul,
Leaving him alive but dead & cold.
As god has taken away the one he love,
the only reason for his birth.
And all was left was this story to tell
As he lived his life in his own prison cell.