life flew over my head.
could I have caught it?

perhaps.

but I wasn’t looking.
rather I stuck to boredom.

I sat in this chair three years ago,
      and it feels the same.
life seemed to have stopped.

I thought and thought and thought,
while others did and did and did,
     and I sit here looking at them.

...I can’t smile at their joys,
        it reminds me of my motionless existence.

and worse,
the jealousy and anger has stiffened my body,
fastening me to this chair
and prolonging my stay

I want to leave,
but it’s too hard to let go of regret.
I am a bitter man,
with eyes of hate;
help me if you can.