There was this man...
My heart stood still.
His hands are deeply scarred
His eyes tired and meaningless
While he struggles to give a meaning
to his empty world.
Look at the visions of life
how it varies
seemingly opposites.
You need to know
where the line draws
not from where you are
but from where you don't see
Your imagination can lie..
Even with open eyes
The mind steals reality
for a man who is deeply scarred.
(This poem was inspired by a friend who narrated to me his struggles in life. He lost his job and family. I listened intently. I wish could inspire him to deal with life positively but while I listened to him, I know he is nowhere in reality. His soul seems gone though he still breathes to live...only to breathe but not to really live.)
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