He sat on a stone, beneath a winter bitten tree
His face calm, perched on his palm
Whilst his mind struggled in agitation
To runaway to a place, where it could be free.
A sad man he was, lost and left alone
With no one to listen or tell
Neglected by the world, unnamed and unclaimed
He had none, whom he could regard his own.
Tired of the idleness, and stagnation
Drained and exhausted of the nothingness
Shrinking into an empty and hollow self
He cursed the day of his creation.
Gathering all the strength he had left
He stoop up on the back of the heartless stone
Placed his neck adjusted into the noose
And bade farewell to world and the stone.
Though his mind was finally freed
And it remained, cursed to roam and wander
Once again alone, he realized his blunder.