He feels sadness, life lived in pain,

out of place, never one to connect.

Existence more watched than shared.

The mirror a scary place where honesty lives

and the facade fades.

Examining the lives of others, his own too much to bear,

a finger never pointed back at himself.

Living edge of life excising harm, healing those who dare go

close enough come alive.

Hurt soon passes and wholeness found

to those making the journey.

Numb the discomfort…a life lived for not.


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