Descriptive writing. (Painting of man in chair.)

Deafening howls of silence echoes through the air.  His spirit is as isolated as being in a dark, stormy forest.  His heart is a statue that refuses to love or forgive. Staring into the invisible, his mind was racing with thoughts, like trains flashing by.  He was hopeless, like a scream being drowned by roaring waters. His life seems like a cracked pot with its water dripping out onto the cold stone.  He wanted to choke of the bitter taste of hate.