Lost

Written by: Charles Ruble

I see through my minds eye,
A grown man thet doe's nothing but cry.
He sits in the corner of his unhappy home,
And collects his thoughts all alone.
Destroying himself with his own tears,
From all of his unhappy years.
He looks in his mirror just to see,
And whats staring back is misery.
A life of mistrust and pain,
Being belittled and put to shame.
On his mind is a heavy load that he bares,
The weight is tremendous,don't no anymore if he cares.
Crying for help but no one hears,
So he drowns in his very own tears.