A Deafening Solitude

Dedicated to Mr. Bell

A man lumbers by, 

Simple, yet serene. 

Bearing mental scars

Of a cold and barren scene.

His restless red eyes,

Now trained to see through,

Are incessantly searching

For the life he once knew.

A dusty old walkman

Plays a sorrowful tune

Giving him strength 

If death knocks too soon.

"If you don't want to love me

Then I'll find somebody else who will

Find another kind of thrill

Find another way to fill this loneliness"

Abandoned and betrayed;

Revenge now his game,

He acts for himself

Not searching for fame.

He'll just keep on walking;

Head held high and proud.

Each highway, his lonely road,

Solitude never was so loud.

"If you don't want to love me

Then I'll find somebody else who will

Find another kind of thrill

Find another way to fill this loneliness"

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Good descriptive language. Nice use of the old man to portray the theme of solitude and lonliness.