Repetition

Full of emotion,
He quietly weeps,
The chorus notoriously never sleeps.

Calamities echo incessantly more,
He drops to his knees and smites the floor,
Splinters embedded in his knuckles from wrath,
Hunched over, he crumbles from their words and laugh.

Consumed by thought, wrought,
Insanity grows as he fears,
Tortured by the events out of sort,
Behind clasped hands he leers.

Succumbed to his demons,
In solitude he wonders,
Sat searching for reasons,
for self affliction and blunders.

He procrastinates in magnitude,
Null of clarity, in restraints,
A blank canvass sporadically splattered,
Endemically, he paints.