Troubled

What’s this?
It is a troubled man,
Who shall not be named
A troubled man
Who’s lost in life’s game.
Millions of thoughts
Through his head, day and night
He’s so far away and alone
And can’t even conjure anything to write.
He stares through his window
And what does he see?
His life, depressing,
Dismal, and to the lowest degree.
Numerous faces,
Fleet through his mind
He misses some more than others
Some, he’ll miss for all time.

~ by jonathancockrum7785 on March 17, 2008.