Callow; his disappointment

Awakening to a day

Restless and weary

Passive, wasting away

Caught by insecurities

Cold thoughts a cancer

Maybe he'd be better off

With silent serenity

A brief reflection

Of dreams and aspirations

Who he might have been

Forlorn haunts

Of the full man

He could be

But the hollow takes him

Searching for a cure

To an absent disease

Sick with circumstance

Begging for finality

His mortal coil

A perfect enemy

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad, and you've painted a very clear and vivid image here. There's a solemn quality to this which is somewhat hard to nail down as a writer, but I think you've managed it very well. Well done.