The man in the park

An Anhedonic Disheveled Man

Engrossed In An Emotional Turmoil

Paces Restlessly Across The Park

Rough Hands Callused And Soiled

Snuggled In A Sweatshirt Tattered

He Keeps Secrets From Escaping

In A Series Of Worries Involved

As Though Sorrows He’s Calculating

Fidgety And Fatigued Legs

Pause To Relax On A Bench

His Eyes Sunken With Grief

Hold Stories I Wish To Listen

Mind If I Smile At You And Ask

What Is It That Heart Tolerates

Asphyxiates You So Much

That You Hurriedly Stride?

But It Deters Me To Interrupt

A Honey-Dipped Innocence

Or To Break A Chain Of Thoughts

So I’ll Let You Be In A Golden Silence

~the man in the park



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