0500

five hundred days pass with no avail,
as all hopes for a change began to fail,
the fingers let go of the information in hand,
reached knees go weak as he cannot stand,
number of hours pass holding his breath to pass out,
of coming to consciousness causes him to shout,
short bursts of weakness pass over his mind,
stories in the newspapers too far behind,
times spent over obsessing in wasted hours,
his life was devoted but now it just devours,
accepting the results and climbs back to his feet,
packing the documents away while thinking of his defeat,
as he drops a paper into the box on the floor,
he looks again at it and reads a bit more,
finding the evidence he needed to solve the crime,
with determination he leaves with hope of enough time.