You look at him, he's all alone
Still no one looks at him
He's crippled and worn,
Tall, filthy and thin.
Accompanied by no one
Except for his shadow
He lives on the streets of New York
Limping through the concrete meadow.
The reflections on his body
Seen through stained black glass
Are rigid, rough and rusted
He is invisible throughout the mass
The mass of crowds
The shutter of sound
Constant noise built up pressure
He screams abruptly loud.
Everyone stops and stares
He trembles with confusion
Falls down and repedeatly slams his head.
Creating his cuncussion.
People rush away
Except for a familiar face
She picks him up
And wipes the blood off his face
"Stay with me" the girl proclaimed
I know who you are
The man pushes her back
His sight gazes towards the stars
He says, "I'm just homeless, a bug
Just a nobody in sight.
You do not wish to know me
My life has no words left to write.
He slowly drifts away
He looks up to the mirror.
He grips on her hand
Down his cheek comes a solemn tear.
He pulls her closer
With spectators around
He gasps to speak again
And this was his sound.
"If you know who I am
Then forget this face.
I've been nothing but dissapointment
Disloyal, dishonest and a disgrace.
I never got to see my kids grow up.
But I know I love them till dusk.
When my family appears to my grave
Let them know I am sorry, please you must..."
And then his pulse paused
And the scatter of his breath dispersed.
His memories shot through his mind
Everything he was took a turn in reverse.
Not knowing what he had
Which was in front of him there.
The girl cried out in agony,
Into the vast city air.
"Why has this happened to you
This should have not happened at all
Mom and I never had the courage
To take a glance at you or give you a call.
Father, please don't leave me,
You're turning cold from warm.
I see that you longer have to fear
All these emotions and irrational harm."
She sets his head down
As the police and paramedics take over
Looks over to her kids
Who are standing there with her lover.
She regrets not calling, nor taking a gander
Can death really be Life's only true answer?