The Pain

He bathes in miseryHe eats it for breakfast,And washes it down with insecurity.He speaks joylessnessAnd prays in doubt.He walks in self righteousnessAnd dresses in selfishness.The facade he presents dailyDevours him nightly.His dreams are torturous and angry,He wakes up with despair on his breath.And starts his day once again in pain. ____________________________________Photo Credit: Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash