When I found him, he was lying on his back silently screaming for help. My hand reaches down to help him up. But the majority of his being is broken; where can he go?
He aimlessly walks around in circles. Confused. Alone in this rotting environment.
In reality…he’s not alone; there are countless others scattered around him.
But really, they’re just still bodies.
And that’s his destiny. There’s nothing here to alter it. And as broken as he is, he certainly can’t do anything to change it.
He’s on his back again; pleading for another chance.
I grant it to him.. For what though? All he continues to do is stumble around in these endless circles.
I took a moment to observe the irreparable pieces of him.
No matter the excuse, it was his fault. He chose this unconstructive path of destruction; whether it be by self or by others. He chose it.
He’s fallen on his back a few times now. I help him every time. Though, he lays unmoving a bit long