I left, in an empty field
By the suburban trees
Where the sky meets the night
And the grass meets the stars
Far, from the urban smoke,
Down the wailing road,
I see a man in red
Who wished he was dead
Then, I saw his hands
Riddled with deep scars
Beaten battered down
I couldn't look at him now.
How could I look at him now?
When we wore the same frown
Only he was looking into the night
And I was staring into the sky.
Sonder - realization that everyone lives a complicated life.
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Poems of Obscure Sorrows
PoetryA little challenge I've made for myself where I'll be making poems relating to the words found in the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows.
