His broken leg shadowed his spirit
A blighted accident shattered his dream
While the wheelchair was his only assist,
He was a victim of his own self esteem.
Days went on to become wakeful nights,
But he couldn’t be saved from his own critic
As the sleep brought with it frequent frights
It all just made him tired and vaguely sick
The restriction was not only bound to the body
Now the impairment reached his inner essence.
When would he realize that not somebody
But he himself had to come out of obsolescence.