#dunno if this goes anywhere

His mind fractured, his body weak, his house a mere cobbling of wood.

Every day he punches misery and defeat with steps and puzzles,

Reading books and letters to remind him of the outside world.

But he is solitary aside from a caretaker who doesn’t know him,

a miserly fellow who only helps because of a favor being owed.

The man feels like a burden, an insect, a moment away from death.

Yet he holds out hope for a better life with a great career,

To enjoy fresh air and a lively company around him,

To find romance with tenderness, touching, and laughter.