He..

A lone desolate figure sulks within the confinement of his prison; darkness engulfs him as his desperation ensues havoc on his morbid soul. Lost in thoughts, he ponders..

He is guilty of clutching onto the past, broken promises and missed opportunities.
He is culpable of caring excessively for matters deemed trivial by others.
He is discontent with his incessant cultural strife, a social recluse by choice.
He is carrier of a meager load and confuses it to be a heavy burden.

He needs therapy. What is therapy?
It’s a sign that social alienation has succeeded in creating alarming despondency.
It’s a sign that an entity audible to our tribulations is required.
It’s a sign that we have messed up our purpose in life so bad that we need others to sort it.

He needs courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
He needs courage to be able to sacrifice what we he is for what he could become.
He needs courage to go against the dominant thinking of his culture.
He needs courage to go from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.

A SHADY friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.

He closes his eyes and murmurs to his soul..

"For all I ought to have thought, and have not thought; all I ought to have said, and have not said; all I ought to have done, and have not done; I pray to thee God for forgiveness."