Solitary Confinement

The senile sat there
on his old chair
alone in the dark
with a dog who would bark

Unable to fight with the cold outside
he tried to push his chair aside
but failed to avoid the autumn breeze
helpless and trembling,he realized he would freeze

Shouting and twisting, his end was near
everything flashed back to childhood,
there was nothing to fear
his first cry out of the womb
to his first bicycle wound

His grandfather held him tightly
he fell asleep in grandma's lap very quietly
witnessing beloved's death early
his heart shattered into pieces seriously

observing the human indifference towards each other
he decided not to marry and procreate further