He sits alone,
He sits and stares,
Only his thoughts for company,
He's lost,
Soul searching,
Trying to find a light,
A light to save him,
To save him from the dark,
The dark that consumes him,
He sits alone,
He sits and stares,
Only his thoughts for company,
He's blinded,
Still searching,
He never finds his path,
The path to freedom,
The freedom from torture,
The torture that haunts his every waking minute,
He sits alone,
He sits and stares,
Only his anger for company,
He's irate,
But continues searching,
He looks back on his life,
The life that has been wasted,
Wasted like his thoughts,
His thoughts that engulf him,
He sits alone,
He sits and cries,
Only a ghost for company,
He's made a decision,
Hopefully he'll find that for which he is searching,
At last he moves,
Moves toward the knife,
The knife he placed before him,
Placed with a purpose,
He sits alone,
He sits and stares,
Only his thoughts for company,
He's lost,
Soul searching,
The knife now gripped within his hand,
The hand that moves slowly toward his neck,
His neck now bleeding,
Bleeding from the motion of his own hand,
He sits alone,
He sits and dies,
Not even his thoughts for company,
He's found something,
No more searching,
He leaves behind his sorrow and pain,
The pain that haunted his life,
His life so short, so meaningless,
Meaningless to others, not to him,
He sits with his soul mate,
He sits and smiles,
Nothing but company,
He's found his friend,
The search is over. |
Submission Name: He Sits Alone "4-12-2005"
