A man
A stranger
A silhouette in the crowd
Achingly familiar yet unknown
The picture is fuzzy
The camera is unfocused
The man is anybody and everybody
To me, he comes into focus
Suddenly I know him
Suddenly it's revealed
Suddenly virtue is lost
Seeing is believing
Cursing all for his madness
Cursing crooked ways that can't change
Cursing his own kind
Children that will never grow old
He's everywhere
He's in nightmares
He's lurking in the darkness
Hijacking innocents on the streets
A nameless face
A shameless obsession
A million lives hurt
And no way I stopping him
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Thoughts of a Forsaken Soul
PoesíaA collection of my poems regarding to the quality of human life, and how I've experienced the world. ©2015 xxsherryxx
