The sun is beginning to set,

while motionless sitting alone,

he tries his usual routine,

grasping at life until he is soon

beside himself and alone.

He has an animal nearby,

shows only affection and is a 

silent companion, seems to

be watching him, always.

This road is so familiar to his

psyche so worn and tested. 

He can think only of the sorrow,

seems to lead with an inane

sense of karmic retribution.

Oh to feel darkness surround 

his world with, shy skylight.

A peace will break his spell,

only one can ever really tell,

yet, that mystique, his remains.