The Unhappy Man

 
along the dusty highway of life
baggage from the beginning
dogged his unhappy self
clinging in his throat and eyes
daring his tears to flow
especially during lonely nights

freedom from guilt was not possible
ghosts of the past haunted his sleep
howling to be heard within his closed eyelids
images of grinning demons tortured him
jumping into his skin in glee
kissing him with poisoned lips

lingering shadows of doubt
merged into his waking hours
nudging his mind, was he insane
or was he living in a world in between
poles in an alternate universe
quaint though it may sound

reigning in his thoughts
straining to look and act normal
trying his best to look natural
until he couldn't bear it anymore
various attempts to die, all failed
wondering why he couldn't  end it

X-rayed his brain even
yet nothing strange was there
zymosis was out of the question.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*