Still Portrait

a man who did every thing
he was told to do
and kept from others
what he really did
was shaken always inside
and hidden beneath layers
he died alone and it could
have been different had
he done something about it
and yet who was to say
there was anything wrong

post modern verse

Every thing man
He was told not to
From storage and
He really was
Always disturbed internal
And hidden under a layer
He died alone, it can
Had been different
He has to do something about it
, Who said he still
There was something wrong