Amongst the crowds of unspoken minds.
And fallen dead leafs around me
Between the cracks and marks
Of broken solitude cement.
I find myself weary and alone.
Thinking... thinking...
And I spy
A young man drenched
A dull expression on his complex
I stare at him and he looks into me
Abandoned and betrayed
He stood there
Like a dot beginning to fade.
A mark on the wall
that everyone knows is there,
but they don't notice it.
They don't notice him.
A desire to be known
A wanting to let go.
And I write these words
As if they were my own-
A secret I'll keep-
To spread the word
Of his forgotten sanity
because between him and me
he will stay, forever, as
My poetic tragedy.
 
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