Stranger

We all grow weary. When we go through troubles and immeasurable pain, the effects are even more heart wrenching.

I spot a stranger in the water:

The dark circles frame his

Black eyes,

His shoulders slouched

His mouth curved

Downward.

 

He is a lost song

The ones you know so well

But can’t recall.

I tear my brain

Apart

Trying

Trying

Trying

To remember the

Lost.

 

Giving up

I ask him softly:

Stranger,

Why

So

Sad?

 

My chest squeezes

Furious

I hate how he

Stares at me

Blankly

With those vacant

 

Eyes.

 

Angry, frustrated,

My hand swipes

At his face

 

No blood spurts

But instead

Ripples of water.

            

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. You took me with you in your words to a powerful ending.
"No blood spurts
But instead
Ripples of water."
A excellent story in this poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Oh my! this is supurb! I rteally was surprised by the final strophe great writing! You have a wonderful talent.