Bolt From The Blue

Seething with rage, frustration and anger;
He fled for comfort, ran from joy.
Passion was his enemy, ruination of man.
Comatose was chivalry and happy
Were the damned.
Pausing for breath he pondered...
His existence
His right to be
His will to live
"To hell with it"
That summed it up.
Continue...harassed and alone
Alone in a construct of his own design,
Beaten by his own lack of mercy.
In love with the idea of not loving,
The paradox and image of humanity.
He has released his right to be human,
Embraced the logic of the universe.
A place with no logic or reason
A place where he can hide.

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