Heart to Soul to Body: A tragedy

A lonely soul rests on a park bench. His slumped shoulders and disturbed hair magnify the depressing drip drop of fall's downpour. Each drip, each drop mask the teary eyed man who only wishes to hide in the darkness of the cloudy day and scream curses to the gods above. Oh, what a wretched soul, a soul that is lost! Unwilling to return to the places he had called home; unwilling to bear the shame that rests so heavily in his deadened heart; unable to love the life he has led and completely incapable of changing the circumstances that has led him to this lonely, cold, wet bench.

Have you ever had the sky suddenly turn from grey to blue and the rain disappear? Neither has he. And, it didn't happen on that dark day. A heart full of malice, anger, spite, hate, and depression. A heart unable to contain such emotions, a bubbling concoction of metaphysical death. And, death it became. As the heart dies, the soul dies; and, as the soul dies, so the body dies.

And, on that fateful stormy night, a man wasted away because no one saw underneath his facade. No one dared to call him out; no one dared to pry; no one dared to try.

All he wanted to do was to happily say hello and happily say goodbye, instead of leaving this earth teary eyed.

Hear him whisper, " My friends, my family, my love, my God, goodbye."

He gets up from that park bench, drenched clothing, matted hair, bloodshot eyes with anguished stare, and languidly drags his feet towards the darkness. Silhouette enveloped by the shadows, and with tears merging with the pools of rain fading into the depths of despair, he disappears forever, vanishing from all memory, or lackthereof.