Utterly helpless
He rolls past the threshold of manhood
Lanky, without rhyme or reason
With bushy locks
Preserved in disarray

Few adore
This roving clueless spectacle
Rail thin and meek
Muttering throughout his lonely days
Each word is drivel and falling mush
As perplexed droves part and give way

He strolls onward
Gawky, blissfully unaware
Striding toward hopelessness
And arising butchered and maimed

Immersed
In the dense volume of quiet
He maps a way through his towering nightfall
A beacon that only he exudes
That is recalled many years beyond
High luminosity
Catering to every range of hue
That brutally carves into the thick unknown

But it is a mere distant reverie
Fashioned by young and hopeful thoughts
By a mind trudging in eternal solitude
Caught below the swirl
Of haunted and restless memories