Oh The Narrator Died Of A Heartattack, God Rest His Soul

....yeah uh.....hi

The solemn face with bags under the eyelids,
So pale in complexion from the lack of sunlight.
Could you return to where your heart is,
Or continue down the road in hopes of a better sight?
Sickly thin while being half coherent,
He sees you there smiling at him but the he’s too weak.
The battle with emotions taken a toll,
It’s not you I promise just life’s looking bleak.
Grey upsets the colors galore,
Clouds clutter the blue skies without cause.
“It seems the world smiles callously on me,”
He says in a tone of sarcasm and his voices breaks just adding to the flaws.
Now he doesn’t wish to die or be harmed,
Just wants to be shocked in living again.
Life’s slowed way down in the recent days,
So slow so fast he wonders if it’s a sin?
And this poem I write I wonder if any will read it,
Or will it sit on the shelf?
I abhor that thought it’s very self absorbed,
Yet again, aren’t we out for ourselves?