His mind, a kaleidoscope of thoughts,
In all shades of blue,
That merge with each other;
Each vying for his attention and-
Failing as usual,
Slipping, falling through,
Those cracks in his mind.
He feels them, the blue devils.
But they bother him little,
He had had them for so long,
They have become-
His bosom friends.
He lives in a shell, too frightened,
To venture outside, to confront the unknown.
The cracks are widening,
Slowly but surely.
He contemplates suicide,
The idea flits through his mind,
Now and then, but-
No, not yet…