Beautiful Stranger

I found a stranger

Alone with his own

Tortured cries.

His glistening tears,

Shines in the moonlight

Of a cold winter night.

His face painted,

With endured sufferings

Of his everyday life.

With every beat of his heart,

An unbearable sadness

That stings his very soul.

In the dark corner

Of his solitary pain,

I walked up to him

And whispered,

"You are most loved"

And left with the satisfaction

Of a smile.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

nice write-you never know who a stranger might be
good content-like the title especially with the picture you create of a stranger in need
thank you for sharing

[Carissa Marie]

Thanks for the review. :)

[escapingherself]

I really enjoyed the ending of this piece. It's a very lovely poem, and you've done a great job of breaking it up and describing this man. :) I did have some confusion in the beginning though. It feels like the tenses are aren't entirely consistent, and I keep getting stuck on the fourth and fifth lines.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you so much. :)

[Damien Davison]

A very sweet poem. Left me with a smile! Nice contribution!

[Carissa Marie]

Aww. Thank you. :)