Dark Corners

The pain and hurt,
He feels inside,
If you look close enough,
You will see it,

 in his eyes,

The torment of losing,
over and over again,
A cruelty that's known to him,
Of who he is,
and who he should be,
Just to be close again,

Not one to take control,
Never to say,
but gives his heart,

whole,

Never believed in anything,
Never had the opportunity,
Left alone to pour out his soul,
He could be,

you or me,
The teardrops fall,
As he writes and draws,

A painting of a lonely soul,
Left on his own,
Wandering,
Thinking,
What might have been,
Walks through the darkness,
No one's there,

Just his dreams,

A horse in the field,
roaming alone,
With no one to shield,
from the pouring rain,
To call his own,
continuously beating,
Again and again,

Sadness and pain,
Returns yat again,
Who,
Why,
Does he feel this way,
No one knows,
No one can,
He is the child,
Who became a man.






Copyright © 2012 John Bevan