A Walking Man

Taking time,

to take in,

all a Man has done.

He goes,

with the thoughts,

walking beside the forgotten,

he still doesn't realize,

that they exist.

A Man starting to run,

from those unseen,

his breath growing short,

as tempers size up,

to the past,

he runs,

from them.

Reviews

[Playing with Demons]

It seems to me that this man has realized that those forgotten still exist so he runs back to the past to fix what he did. I enjoyed this poem very much and can't wait to see anything else you write