The Mind of a space monkey

Mr. Sorrowcage was a foolish man,
Scared of witches, ghouls, black-cats, what a shame!
He believed it all, he was afraid,
And thus he chose that all his life,
He’d stay behind the door of his lonesome house.
A long, long time he had lived that way,
When he’d realized that he had turned old and grey.
He has never had a child or wife,
He had lived alone,
A pleasureless life.
He did not know of the world outside,
It seemed strange and contradictory,
He didn’t know what it meant.
But he inside,
Beyond the window,
Was dark and sorrow,
With himself and the day of tomorrow.
The day that he felt that his time had come,
He had found the strength to leave his house,
And whilst he was walking,
Discovering the world in only one day,
He had felt it all,
Pleasures and pains,
He had used his limbs and his voice,
Even screamed,
He wasn’t ashamed.
Enjoying it to the fullest and then,
In the same evening he passed away,
With a broad and radiating smile on his face,
Because he had fought his demons and won,
A feeling of love towards the godgiven sun.

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