My first attempt for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt
The photo of the bird, caught still in time somehow reminded him of his own situation.
He can’t move forward,
He can’t move back..
The world is moving,
But he has lost all track..
Can someone guide me,
Which road should I take…?
Should I fall alone into abyss,
Or take someone with me instead..?
He hummed those lines. He knew that something inside of him has snapped. He took his bag and went to the office.
As he sat there drinking coffee, he realised that his life had lost all purpose. He was a lifeless suit of meat with no soul. He remembered his father telling him that the soul could be seen in the eyes of the men. He went to the washroom and looked at his face. Nothing, just emptiness in those eyes.
He turned and opened a stall and sat comfortably on the toilet seat. He picked his bag pulled out a gun, stared at the washroom door and started humming another poem,
Lying in await,
It will catch you unware.
But don’t worry child,
As the end is not near.
Fight and kill,
As many as you can,
Than finally your soul,
Will stand with brave man.