Passing He sits alone on the moonlit step, full of sorrow, full of regret. As you pass him by, do you dare to see the pain in his eyes; he wants to be free. Nobody asks and nobody cares, so he sits alone upon the stairs. The church bells toll, the time is near, yet no one knows why he is here. Today is the day they will bury his father, put him in the ground without another bother. Another man without love to give, or a heart to share, he will die alone, his life beyond repair. He’s left behind a son, to follow in his path, a life of shattered dreams, terror and wrath. And alone he will be till the end of his days, when he will leave this world and its ways. So there he will stay, upon the church step, full of sorrow, full of regret. Jenna DuBois April 13, 1999 © 1999, Jennifer DuBois
Reason for writing:
It makes me think of how we are products of our pasts even if we proclaim that that is something we never will be. It all comes full circle, again and again.
Birth sign: Virgo
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