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A Conundrum
The twists and turns
Life just doesn’t cut it, leaving him out in the cold,
With nothing but his thoughts to ponder, as day by day he grows old,
His shoulders are wrapped in past regrets, those that took a toll,
His hours spent fighting his demons, those he welcomed when his anger took hold.
Where once he ran with the herd, albeit at the back of the pack,
Now he squanders the daylight hours, destitute and alone,
Torment rides him hard while the darkness surrenders to him,
Wishing someone, anyone, would throw this old dog a bone.
He’s full of contradictions, a walking conundrum for sure,
Leaving others wondering — is there a heart in there anywhere?
Cold, bleak with an unforgiving attitude,
Incapable of loving, incapable of the ability to honestly care!
Isolation is his fortress, or so he believes,
Whereby it is in reality his prison, his destructiveness, his iron-willed cage,
The locks and iron bars bend his back to a breath of sufferance,
Filling his thoughts with the fiery flames of his bottomless rage.
