One Way Out

Alas, there's only one way out
A damaged soul so raw and bare
Full of wonder and endless doubt

He who appears as the master
The one with almost everything
Could be heading for disaster
For inside, his heart does not sing

As the curtain falls, he does bow
Behind the shroud, true colours flow
The one way out is to avow

Even the most wonderful sights
Appear to him as dark as nights
With all the glory in the world
His pain will never be unfurled

Poetry form: Saraband (Spanish & French combination)
Rhyme scheme: a. x. a.....b. c. b. c. / a, x, a…. b, b, c, c
Syllable count: 8 per line

Written for: Day two of "Invalid Item" 
Also written for: "a very Wodehouse challenge"  … the prompt was “write a poem or story with ‘There’s only one way out’ in the first line”