"Silent Narrative Advice"

I have been trying to start my career path by going to college but I at first felt very lost where this poem is me slandering my current actions.

Pacing back and forth through the same corridor a man is in ponder why he wanders around in great wonder just wondering what he can do to prepare for what he will soon have to face.

Now is no time to lose face or what little he may still have in his decrepit hands so behold a tight clenched fist in a half hazardous attempts to not let it escape or even dream of letting it go.

He is one you could call cynical with a nihilistic warped view or perhaps one whom should be a free spirit at heart but is encased and caged leaving a foul stench of misery left to not be sought on this poor wretch who is down but not quite yet out just caught in muck and left stuck in a rut.

This man is wallowing in a post trauma induced rage softly screams internally for what seems to have been half an eternity… He feels alone like he has no one to count upon when the chips are down and the cards lie close to his chest.

Sure he does have family but he felt a need for a different bond one not made by blood alone solely .... A paranoid fellow with a fear of not knowing what is to come plagued by nightmares and a different world entirely.

He prefers to be scared rather than dream in peace cause no matter how sweet the dream no matter how it may seem or just how surreal it felt once he awakes he sees nothing has changed and is still stuck in reality.

He may be no Alice but all the same he too is in search of his own wonderland you might even say he can and all he has to do is just to try with all his heart well that is all fine and dandy but do you know where he is suppose to start?

There isn't exactly a white rabbit hopping around in haste that he could follow around in a grand chase in the end it is naught but a children's rhyme with a derivative moral end…

We all have to grow up whether we like it or not he is as well one and the same nothing he can do for that to possibly change.

He is just being foolish acting on impulses and sudden surges of emotions just delaying the inevitable if I may say should you have asked for a thought…

Yet he never listens to me no matter how close I may be no he prefers to be torn asunder than to admit he wants even a speck of advice all my knowledge left in wait for this brat to finally make up his mind than he would finally decide to use mine…

What was that? Who am I? Why you need only look in a mirrored reflection I’m with him don't you see?

He is me and just the same I am him for without me he would no longer function properly and be left in what you call a vegetative state… ah yes just the silent life of a rarely used brain.

Author's Note

What do you think this is pretty recent so is it good or just decent.