That helpless hand left on its own
reached up to the vast, limitless sky-
lights shone upon the vulnerable body lying motionless,
scorching the burnt marks of his past.
Half-opened eyes screamed for his savior
yet no one stepped a foot into the wasteland of
his own fragile mind.
Abandoned by his own conscious sanity,
breaking the tension and his own delicate lungs;
"help,"
only a murmur came out of his ragged voice.
He only realized how futile it is to forsake the future
and be tormented by nightmares in the railway of past.
Come, future, take him away
to somewhere safe and beautiful.