Boomerang
Careless were his utterings. No choice words, ignorant to blasphemy. Aggressive as a guard dog; dogmatic in all his ways. He seemed to be shaped in conceit; attitude incorrigible to the point of disgust. He truly was disgusting. The world spun on his index finger like a basketball- the sun awoke and fell asleep to his orders; or so he thought.
A prophet or visionary he envisioned himself to be, yet he couldn’t see past his toes. To him all were mere peasants, who could not question or even dare to agitate his judgement. A legitimate bully horsed in his prison of royalty.
Until the day when fate grew furious and exposed his true pathetic character.
Struck him like a thunderbolt, resonating and resounding; he stumbled astray. Like an army with no defence, got hit where it hurt most.
Interrupted his mode of thinking, mind no longer at ease. No longer carefree.
His feckless lifestyle abruptly hindered; his desires which for so long had dictated his life, now encountered by the harsh reality. Bellowing, yearning desperately for clarity; but only vacancy accompanied him as his fellow men fled him in his time of despair.
An alien to pondering, he was. And yet, slowly contemplations slipped through
these new cracks, in the walls of his mind. Where assertiveness and certainty reigned supreme, doubt and skepticism crumbled these walls, bringing him to a state of reflection. A realization of his actions. And now, he languishes at a crossroad.
