That lonely figure by the pond-side.
Drooped over, embracing this solitude they find themself in. Holding a hand up to the sky.
Wondering if anyone will pass by,
Wondering where their life has gone,
The warmth evaporated.
Tears run down their cheek,
Flowing into the collection of water around them.
Watching people walk past and fade,
They remain unmistakably alone, with no one.
No once can hear their cries,
No one wants to.
No one pays them attention,
They don’t deserve it.
Left alone wondering by the lakeside,
The reflection, a mirage, beckoning them further in.
Showing a reflection; the tired eyes, deep wrinkles, sad demeanour, empty mind and sad soul.
The figure kneels, absorbing the loneliness,
Wanting an end to the emptiness.
Looking around and longing,
For a friend to site beside them.
Waiting for home to find them.
Then comes the realisation:
They are alone, are unwanted and a burden to all who had once cared.
They are in a turbulent and reluctant peace.
Leaving all whom they cares about alone.
Because they are alone, are unwanted and a burden to all who had once cared.
They are then left, a mere sad and lonely figure, sitting by the pond side.