Lost for Comfort

He aimlessly paces, through a corridor of disarray,
Wondering why he always feel betrayed.
He gives an astonishing gaze,
But they treat him like being in a maze.
Causing confusion...making an abrupt illusion.

He continues on, as if being withdrawn,
Wistful to be wonderfully known, like a flying swan.
A burden of jitteriness controlling everything,
He couldn't risk anything.
He says "It's no use, I'm in pain like getting a bee sting."

There he remains in the black hole, trying to get out,
Surrounded by sorrowful souls about.
He thinks he can give up,
By ending it all with a death cup.
Where will he go?
Some may, or may not know.

There was no need to cease,
And letting himself decrease.
He will get his chance,
For his moment to enhance.
He has realized that his time has come,
To be very visible, and never again feeling glum.