Passionate Poems of the Poet

The Silhouette Guy

He sat there lonely and isolated.

Legs crossed at his ankle on the
concrete bench of the harbour.

His dark curly hair moved with the
slightest blow of wind.

His tanned complexion gave him a look of power and wealth.

However, he seems to be in deep
solitude and depression but yet still,
manage to smile out at something as
beautiful as the ocean.

As someone of class and decency, he
sits with broad chest upright against
the bench's back.

The palm trees beyond sways
gracefully out to the direction of the
breeze from the sea.

The expression of sadness seems to
play his thoughts now and again

But disappears after a moment.

This seems like his regular spot for
thinking about his past - Love's stories
written in love's richest book.

The desire of longing to reach out his
muscular arms to someone and arouse
the feeling he hadn't felt for years,

now seemed impossible to happen.

But the life he once had seems to power
his fear to have another.

Anyone would think he's post
traumatic stressed.

For this was his daily routine to come and enjoy the ocean's air,

Not wanting to go anywhere else in the world.

Sorrow is the destroyer of happiness
and it has completely taken him over.

He wanted to get away from this
frustrating world and be apart of
reality,

But his distress won't let him
move on.

Still, he sits with the confidence of a
gentleman

The one that will open doors and pull
out chairs for women.

Yet one can tell he is in deep waters,
struggling to survive.

This is the visual effect I get from
observing the figure on the painting of
the guy silhouetted against his
background.