Born into darkness

a life unanchored

severed from reason

 

strangely unreal

to himself a threat

to others an enigma

 

and variations on a theme

as yet not worked out

and little hope of it. 

 

And how should we feel for such:

should it be disgust

or perhaps pity, sorrow at least

 

If we look hard we may see

some unhinging of purpose

a vast limitation imposed

 

a waste of a life that could have been fruitful

but we move on until out of sight

draw the curtains against that fading light.