Solemn A. Kane

A man sits alone in a dusty room.
His face is taut,
& lined
& grey.

Scrambles to the window
Maybe catch a glimpse
Of another,
A survivor,
His prey

Solemn A. Kane in his threadbare chair,
Losing his mind
with most of his hair.
He's wondering why?
Oh where & oh why?
Oh why would they all go away?