His Solace Place

In the midst of a rant, on the way to a rave. Understand she can not, the way he behaves. When upset he is, in paces he walks. The same damn corner, he continues to stalk. Pointing his finger, at someone unseen. Is he here right now? or is his mind in a dream? Do not say a word, or listen too closely. To what is being said, he's just letting off steam. The world he sees, in his day-to-day. Leaves few release options, but one is to pray. No violent outbursts, yet. but soon he will begin. But his words are not heard, for his soul screams within.