Clouds

It was heartfelt, a feeling deep within. His very soul cried out in anguish at every word, at every passing glance. As fleeting as time itself, his life spiraled out of control, like a gymnast who has lost their balance, like a bird with an injured wing. The simplicity of life was mapped out with a false bearing, leading him astray, to a complicated heap of nothingness. Nothing. No one. An emptiness that eats from the inside out, that spreads a fire filled of fear, of despair, of disappointment. His inability to perceive the joy that each morning brings forth, the sun shining brilliantly, the birds chirping in the trees. A smile. A silent, yet deadly smile from a woman. The confusion that it brought. He stared blankly.

The thoughts that races so relentlessly throughout his troubled mind, forcing his emotions to collide and reflect a weak man, left with next to nothing. With his knowledge of her suffering ringing in his ears, he falls to his knees. Realisation. The seemingly distant, and the tantalisingly close. Aware, completely aware, that he is filled with a new-found fear. An utter dread. A new battle begins, pressing his mind to the point of extinction, his cry for help drowned by the raging sea. He continues to stand against it, discouraged. Each blow brings him lower. Soon he fears he will no longer stand. A moment. A moment that he dare not dwell upon, that appears to stop time itself, just to introduce a new wave of frustration. Stranded, trapped, he finds no escape. This door is locked, and yet the key sits in the palm of his hand. His blindness is a corner found in the deepest, darkest place. Without the desire, the passion, his attempts are almost non-existent, they are fruitless. Without growth, he continues to wither, wearing away quicker than all other flowers. The soil is infested with thorns, like a body of water polluted, like dirt sprinkled over white snow, or a diamond hidden by mud. A veil remains. His life hangs in the shadows, indefinitely.