Hidden

A man. Embraced by tendrils of shadow.
They hide him from
the naked eye
of everyone.

He travels the road of misery
with naught but
two companions;
Sorrow and Solitude.

On his own,
he cannot outrun
his companions.
No matter where he runs,
they always find him.
He begs for mercy,
they give none.

Save for the two
that follow him,
nobody sees him.
He doesn't know anyone,
and no one knows him.

Behind great walls
and mental barriers
he tries to hide,
but Sorrow and Solitude,
find a way inside.
They always do.

He lives on,
only because of the hope,
the hope that someone else
will find him.
Someone who can save him
from his hell and
waking nightmares.

Is he strong enough
to fight on?
He does not know.
He is doomed to wait,
wait for the one,
the one who can save him.
He waits.
He tries to walk on.