Not much to say here. Just:
reality
he longs to recall
innocence a time before
when he slid through nimbus
hopes on smooth white wings
before the sky fell crashing
twisted frames of light
before radiating refresh
rates dulled his retinas
it weighs on his chest
a crushing shadow of loss
an emptiness an urge to
realize stolen potential
a quiet rage stoked in the
depths of ransacked moments
each day he sees his life
taken slowly sipped away
and now his limbs begin to
tremble palsied graying skin
there will be no life to flash
before his lids in the end
for he died long ago when
all he lived for fell struck
from a sky full of dreams