The past month
he’s felt alone
If truth be told
For a few years now
Always fighting
Others causes
Forgetting his own
Battling many forces
So tired of it all
Flaying his spirit
Against the storm
Always against a blizzard
Help never there
Never has been
Struggling to breathe
To be seen
Ignored by many
Seen by few
Do any of them
Have a clue?
As he keeps his
Head above water
In the storm of
The ocean, the slaughter
He’s left alone
To his own devices
What he really wanted
But at many prices
No-one there
Never is
To run away
From all of this
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Aug 15, 2012
0