Here lies the dream
Of a man who's not what he seems
Everyday he'd walk to work
Avoiding smiles with his uncanny quirk
But at the back of the facade...
Is a lonely man begging for a friendly nod...
What was his dream?
He moves as if he is losing steam
Is the coal in his heart still burning?
Stoic outside but inside he is squirming.
He walks with his left fist clenched
Ready to strike heavily his heart
His heart which cannot fall in love
His day painfully starts
It ends with loneliness entrenched.
Does he still pray to God above?
He grew weary of being blighted
Without remorse he decided
To pick up the shiny thing that he sighted
Second thoughts were uninvited
Struggled to complete the prayer he recited
To the ashes he will be reunited.
Here lies the man who had a dream
Not to be supreme
But to be rescued by love so extreme
For he is drowning downstream
No one listened to his silent scream.
© 2018 Paul Balagtas