NOT SO HAPPY
He reduced his speed, walked in slow motion, at a slow pace, like a tortoise
Nothing living or non living mattered.
He wore an old shirt which was tattered,
He had lost it all, his face read negative, his body showed nil improvement,
A closer look at him revealed anger, bitterness, and sore.
He loathed the world, and it’s occupants, a sad soul,
Almost went berserk,
His next stop would be a mental asylum, he was going nuts
With nothing but despair, he sat down, looked up, faced the moon and dark sky,
hopelessly waiting for dawn.
For his destiny was unknown.
A sad man he was.