Lost Man

Ne’er a man’s empty rage did prison,

The outer world’s pain seen through its troubled vision.

It only fueled the fire that did rise,

Built through sorrow, through grief, through anguish and lies.

A world cast out a lonely man such as him,

No room for one such that gave nothing, with demeanor so grim.

Wading through the dark, in isolation so cold,

No fortune rests in the depths of madness and overgrowing mold.

What can be said for a lonely man’s cost?

But nothing, when all the mighty words have been lost.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very good rhyming poem...Thank you for penning...:).........................

[Robert]

And thank you for reading!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...........................