Scarred

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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