| poetry/prose |

He seeks new challenge
to interest himself
each time ignoring
the nagging protest
of a voice from within

Not like the others
able to befriend those around
visibly fluid with people
masking what should be obvious
he is alone in the crowd

As he presses each checkpoint
he forfeits something more
losing sight of importance
addictive bering sneaks in
he is his own worst enemy

This man once had visions
certain clarity of mind
sub-concious beacons in darkness
guiding his journey through time
now the images all hidden

He has become but a shadow of self
longing return to his own
hosting inner turmoil
seeking the strength to pursue
that which defines who he is