The Panacea

The Panacea

No one hears the grievous sobs of a person lying in darkness. No one knows why. No one asks why. They just let him lay there, to his unwanted solitude, crying. 
No one listens to the plea made by him, who has turned dreams into his reality and reality into a nightmare. 
No one cares for this injured soul with wounds of guilt, sorrow and treachery. No one tries to tend to these wounds with love and compassion. No one tries to show it where it is most needed, mostly. 
Maybe it is what he made for himself. Maybe he chose not to take the help. But did not keep in mind, he was too weak on his own. 
Its sad that shields and swords come out in the time of peace but none are available during war, at war.They can't be trusted. Our relations, they can be, yes. For, even if metal, wood and stone are gone, human relations will endure.