A Tortured Soul

This was a piece I wrote for a contest in school.

A lonely path makes a lonely man

His mind his enemy his mind his only friend

His past follows him his future taunts him

His eyes are not blind like the rest of mankind

Aware of what was

Aware of what is

Aware of what’s to come

A twisted mind thoughts running wild

His is not a fear the unknown

His is rather a fear of the known

Others tell him to stop being so pessimistic

Oh how he wishes he could do as they and be optimistic

If you see the future and it is not bright

And at the end of the tunnel there is no light

Then your life is like an endless night