He is as a field of lost value
Neglected by unknown reasons.
Seemed to have outwalked the furthest city light.
Becoming acquainted with the night.
A dark cloud covered him still
By those he never thought could still.
Help seems afar,
Like the stars in the boundaries of the sky.
Dealt by the strokes of the white water
That fall to earth.
A blessing he thought it was
For then sun never shinned its presence.
Sought for refugee,
As he was withering away
And made a fast decree.
But he had soon become a castaway.
Categories:
outwalked, depression, friendship, hope, loss,
Form: Narrative