I'm walking briskly to church
This night
I know many people would be hurdled around the road
So I pay no mind
But I spot a figure
Huddled in the shadows
I pass slowly by him
Hoping to catch a glimpse
He is crying
I recognize the sniffling sounds and the choking tears in his throat
I'm tempted to stop and comfort him
But I'm hurrying to church
And he might need the privacy
Though I don't understand why it's by the sidewalks he sat
Maybe it's a girl or his life
Or he has lost something precious
Exams are in the air
Maybe it had a strain on him
But I'm really curious
To know the story behind his tears.
But I'm not courageous enough.
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Impulsions
Poetrysometimes I wanna sing, sometimes I wanna cry, maybe I'll write, or just start sighing, there are a million thoughts running through my head Welcome to my impulsions. ----------------------------------------------------- My first book of poems...
