The Lonely Man
I hide my sadness by fits or anger and tears
If you could look through my cloudy eyes all would become clear
I have been so alone and have been through so many things
The pain that exists in sadness bites my soul and stings
Each breath is labored, with struggle I hold onto life
Within my veins bleeds no blood only strife
The life force in you is not the same within me
Disappointment is all that surrounds, so thick I am unable to see
Anything positive which may bring me peace
But I have been left with nothing by sadness the thief
Who strikes as I begin to rise, only to push me down further than before
A puddle of tears encapsulates me as I am curled upon the floor
Violently shaking, choking on my tears
The visions in my nights are the true revelations of my fears
As I am now, only lonelier than when I first began
I am an image of sadness, I am the lonely man
Copyright © James Johnson Iii | Year Posted 2013
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