"Untitled Pantoum"

Just he, alone in the hall
Wrapped, encased, in his solitude.
He is a part, yet separated, from all,
Surrounded by chaos, his voice is subdued.

Wrapped, encased, in his solitude
Leaning, melding, melting in the wall
Surrounded by chaos, his voice is subdued
He is stoic, he is still, he like a doll.

Leaning, melding, melting in the wall
His face is blank, but eyes construed
He is stoic, he is still, he like a doll,
His body and bends echo of lassitude

His face is blank, but eyes construed,
Almost in pain his eyelids fall.
His body and bends echo of lassitude,
He is everything, and nothing at all.

Almost in pain his eyelids fall,
He is a part, yet separated from all,
He is everything, and nothing at all,
Just he, alone in the hall.