A fettered soul......

A man had been staggering,
his voice was choking,
dressed in simple suits; appearing
as if strife, not wishing to utter,
a few: when asked, who are you?

Have you lost the way or
been forced by severe dismay?
before, had he been opened up?
i could pretend, there was missing link
he had fallen prey to severe pain
pain; which was haunting him inside,
inside; he was mere a body with no conscience
conscience; which lost somewhere its sunshine
he was strolling in dark,
which only, could bring him.
an another reason to resign...
because having lost your name, is not you go insane....

having conversed, i could
suggest, not to give up!!!
there is lot more to come
plenty of options , you will be flushed
your perception, your invocation
takes you, where your are designated,
making your soul, slave of pessimism
is not an act of optimism..
consider the very impulsive thoughts
whose origin must have divine knots,
because having lost yourself, is not curative action..