He

Once upon a time; there a lonely mind,
wandered overboard.
Overthinking much; clarifying such,
ended in discord.
He could do was fall; rather have it all,
fallacies whispered.
He could, but, then rise, following the wise
changing life; it's course.
He just remained though, within the locked doors.
He just thought of those, raging war indoors.
He could have, if tried, buzzed an amused spark.
He claimed himself as, born and bred in dark.

As the days went past; the glee didn't last.
He couldn't come clean.
Believing the tales, of fallen angels,
he was lost within.
Demons and devils, those he dabbled with;
fed on his essence.
Incoherent thoughts, jumbled up in knots,
begging turbulence.
He just remained though, within the caged walls.
He just thought of those failures and falls
He could have, if tried, leave a question mark.
He let himself be, synonym of dark.
©srijaprasita