shortly after midnight certain there is no one in sight
no longer must he hide the true feelings that are inside
free from the smiles offered only to beguile
With his head bowed he welcomes isolation having grown accustomed to it. A melancholic stasis he enters into, that being his nightly ritual. Once again his mind is being bombarded with resentments and ideations.
he has rescinded upon many of his decisions
hesitation followed with immense frustration irritability followed with intense exasperation
a sense of hopelessness, a routine filled with no purpose he struggles to identify with his lack of self worth
The wrenching in his stomach has taken hold again. Days have gone by since his body has been provided with proper nutrition. What he hungers for the most however, is human touch, closeness, a peaceful co-existence. Only this will feed his soul.
this will be another night without sleep the aches in his body are running to deep
emptiness, sadness, misplaced guilt together infused are inhibiting his will
dare he reach out? He doesn’t think he can believing that no one will come to understand
There he remains on the floor motionless, hours upon hours. His emotions have crystallized into an ocean of tears, this being where he has found a safe harbor. He awaits the moment that his thoughts and feelings are to take their temporary leave as usual, for the sun will be rising soon.