Old man in mom's care

Here he is today, in his mother’s house
His mental skies sunless
The ancient rivers in him dry
Where once he ran his little feet in the greens of youthfulness
His soul loathes the bareness of the adulthood gardens.
Through dark caverns unmeasured by thoughts, success he sought

Here he in his my mother’s house
Sitting under the old shadeless tree
Sniffing and smoking anything that’d quieten the ceaseless turmoil in his head
Dancing rocks flung from an ancient mystical volcano,
a demonic cacophony of torment
He sits on grandpa’s old stool
Like a helpless fool.

A sordid tale of emptiness.
A life devoid of hope
With dark winds formless
Like smoke from the dope
Shameful forklores
Permeating into now reality
He wished he was sinless
The least not to be guilty.
Grown in years,but like a baby h