The Man in the Window

i was pretty pissed off at myself when i wrote this

 

I’m living in a world;

It feels all alone

Still far from home

Surrounded by potential shadows

Still here I am

Clinging to what I feel is the truth

Lying to myself about this

And all I can do

Is cry and call to the horizon

Single response of mine own echo

 

He’s looking in window

The time is passing

When he sees man

Abusing himself ‘cause he can

Searching for excuses

As to why

He can’t seem to understand

Why he can’t stop sinning

And then who could understand

Their own reflection

 

He is without hope

He is without his mind

His body yearns for the pleasure inside

Though deep in his soul

He wants to break away

And find someone

Who also feels the same

Someone he can love

Someone to love him back

And send his burdens away and off track

 

He group calm and kind

Not one thing could make others cry

He felt a passion to spread his friendship

And learn to love the world

His happiness has passed

Swallowed in himself

Having the struggles

That every young man goes through

He is looking at himself

And seeing the darkness in his eyes

 

He’s waited all his life

To reach a time

When everyone could see him too

That he had some good

And love he could

He’d hoped for this day to come true

…But still he fights

And still he cries

And sees the man

in the window as himself

Author's Note

It's a poem, NOW READ!!!!!!