He Sits
He sits
Head in hands
His body weak and exhausted
He wants to know why
Answers never given
His soul has gone to seek
Left alone within the gloom
Vulnerable
Exposed to predators
Waiting patiently in line to pounce
Shadows lurking
He sees but is blind
To the truth he contains
In the darkness
Silently weeping
His tears fall inside
He cannot be seen to be weak
No time to heal
The pain inside a continual reminder
Memories everywhere
A fresh start needed
But no means of escape
He is trapped
Entombed by guilt
He feels he deserves
Ensnared by his own doing
He is incomplete
A complex mind ruminating
He sits
Head in hands
Will he find peace?
Maybe
Just maybe
One day
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