A Life Given Up

No color No possible brightness Nor vivid happiness Just a world devoid of life A shell Staring blankly through a portal A portal with life beyond A life he had once craved Seen as his future Seen as his place in time Oh how he had dreamed Pictured freedom from his tedious existence His monotonous movements A crack in the shell Letting the light spill forth But tragedy had stolen this from him Had drained the light from the crack Emptying his hopeful imaginings Now he does his duties as he was taught Works as he was taught Acts as he was taught Clinging in vain to ideas of the people The people that had begged him to stay secure The people he had rebelled against The people that were now missing from his view From the life that he had given up