My Poems

Suffering

Trickling down his face

Wet and Warm

Holding his hand up to hide

No signs of weakness

That is what he was taught

His breathing is shallow

Tries to forget

Memories create anguish

A feeling long forgotten

He ran for so long

The dark sky sympathizes

Empty words for a empty heart

(A/N: I haven't posted anything in forever because I simply did not care to but this was a poem I wrote for English class. Note that it was written in a short period of time and it is not my best work but it will do. Also the poem is meant to be as vague as possible so there are various possibilities as to what is happening to this man. I, myself have not even come to a complete conclusion regarding his suffering but I believe that is the point. Endless questioning is what I live for. Obviously I'm saying all this because so many people will read this [sarcasm at it's finest] Anyways have a nice day)