He stands in silence
staring at the ceiling
his mind filled with confusion
heart empty of feeling

Not for the frist time
he wonders about his being
is he a bad person at heart
no easy answers revealing

His eyes fixed in numbness
gazing at the sky
his spirits not responding
to the brids that fly

Nothing to look forward to
nothing to try and create
all that lies ahead
conceding to fate

He lies in his bed
questioning his existence
was he not worthy
of joy and effervescence

Body barely alive
heart that is broken
by humans and Gods alike
he wishes to be never awoken