He Sits

He sits Head in hands His body weak and exhausted He wants to know why Answers never given His soul has gone to seek Left alone within the gloom Vulnerable Exposed to predators Waiting patiently in line to pounce Shadows lurking He sees but is blind To the truth he contains In the darkness Silently weeping His tears fall inside He cannot be seen to be weak No time to heal The pain inside a continual reminder Memories everywhere A fresh start needed But no means of escape He is trapped Entombed by guilt He feels he deserves Ensnared by his own doing He is incomplete A complex mind ruminating He sits Head in hands Will he find peace? Maybe Just maybe One day