The bleakness of life is foremost on his mind Under the shadow of pain, to life's light he is blind Finding a home with life's assumed freaks A hope that is true is all that he seeks Suddenly he turns, a light has been seen What is this life, what truth might it glean Towards it he walks, unsure how to act It is strange to him, the first he has seen as a matter of fact He looks at the light, bewildered, amazed Could it be what he seeks, his mind is dazed He reaches out to the light, to feel it's embrace He want's to feel hope, it's soft touch on his face But alas it is not, this hope is just lies The hope drifts away, the tears fall from his eyes Alone again, and no new hope in sight He wonders to himself "who cares for my plight" Walking away, so full of despair This battered young soul raises a fist in the air "To any in sight, look at my tears I have seen much pain, in so few years It is both question and answer, who really cares I must ask of you all, which one of you cares"
Reason for writing:
Inner turmoil
Birth sign: Gemini
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