He Lurks
#1 of Poems
The first poem I ever wrote circa 2009. It isn't that good, but I seldom write safe for work content unless it is short poems.
You've Probably seen him walking somewhere as though nothing can touch him.
He pretends to be happier than everyone else.
He is at times outspoken other times reserved.
You look upon him and wonder what he is thinking.
You pretend not to notice him.
In his mind he ponders his purpose and has flashbacks of darker days.
He lurks in the shadows wearing a conspicuous dark jacket among other offbeat clothes, a silent protest to how shallow our society hath become.
If one be bold enough to probe his mind, one can learn a lot about him and our world.