The Shoebox Poem by Daniel P Martin

Does he appreciate the irony,
The beauty and light of his surroundings,
The openness and clarity before him,
In stark contrast,
With the dark cloudiness of his mind.

The calm serene vista,
Viewed nonchalantly,
Through a pensive gaze,
More accustomed,
To a turbulent setting,
With whirlwinds of thought,
Torrents of emotion,
And bleak horizons,
Pent up in a shoe box,
A cell of his own creation,

The answer,
If you're interested,
Is yes,
He does.

Not that it changes anything,
Or ever will.