His Sad Life

After so many bad things happened He felt nothing for so long It was as if he was in a coma All his pain stopped hurting Love was something not remembered And happiness never existed Still, every day he trudges on Knowing the future is no better The present was a symbol of death And the past could not have been worse But at least he was alive For him, even that was too much to ask © Poem – VII/XXVI/MMXXII