"Hello Sir"

I made an attempt to write something that showed one version of madness in a person. Comments, reviews, critique is all welcome :) Thanks for reading

He sits in his old wooden chair

Repeating the same old prayer

He learned as a young boy

It’s not a belief, but a habit

He lost his faith long before

Long before he could see them

Them of many colors, many characteristics,

Many stories

He spoke to them in the walls

They always watched

As he always spoke

He would listen whenever they wanted

One look could strike them

A tear would fall, a blink from the wall

Nothing, but silence

Piercing the room, not only the noiselessness

But, the eyes

The eyes spoke to him from the walls

The eyes from the photographs

His deceased wife, his deceased son

His deceased mother and his deceased mind

They’d look at him

His wife: Despair

His mother: Forgiving

His son: Desperation

His mind: Cold

The eyes haunted him

As he haunted himself

With their stories

On repeat every day

With the prayer in between

Useless was the prayer, as for his thoughts

“Hello Sir” said the voice

As the eyes stared into his eyes

“It’s time for your medication”

Reviews

[Bare trees]

This is really moving and gripping to read. The end is epic and hits you straight in the heart.

[JLily98]

Thank you so much! It means a lot to get feedback :)