The Man

Sergio J

A man in the walking sand,

So lonely as if it was the end.

And yet he left to guess,

What the future might withhold.

There was a man, sorrow in the park,

So sad that his world was apart,

He believed the best was on his part,

But with a ball of steel he falls.

There was a man, drowned in the past.

So empty as he was left shattered apart.

His path was a shifted finale,

With a cost of a part of his mind.

So the man arrives at a mark,

With his hands empty as they bark,

So cold as if their skin were to spark.

The man has yet to meet the darkest dark.