R.I.P

He’s sitting at the bus stop

thinking what could’ve gone differently

eyes low, hunch back

revealing all the weight he had

to carry along for years.

not his finest moment

not the best of days

he’s lost it all

it’s all over his face

how much longer must this go on

his hopes destroyed

his strength, gone

he looks up to the sky

in his very last try

please, lord, just a sign...

Nothing happens. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The subject of this one has apparently had a really bad day. Whatever has occurred has made him feel he has lost it all. In desperation, he asks Heaven for a sign, only to be greeted with silence. We are not advised as to the denouement of this sad story, but I hope the poor guy stays aware from firearms and sharp objects.

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a lonely place. A place of decision. When we seek proper answer and no-one can help. We must get-up and go forward. Going backwards lead to no-where. Hello dear friend and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote