Stranger

hooded stranger on the train
no one knows his past
but he
fine lines tell of old pain
and bruises tell of new
tattoos mark his skin
telling a tale
only he may know
he holds in his hand
a pitchure of a lady
with hair the color
of sun kissed autum leaves
eyes of crystal water
holding knowlege of the wise
a pitchure of beauty
a pitchure of his love
is she the reason he has lost his way
did she not find his love enough
was she taken away
by some cruel fate unknown
this ptchure tells
the tale of a hooded man
that speaks to no one
but screams out in pain
only I seem to see this lost soul
for who he trully is
a broken heart
who’s lost his way
and now will wonder
this earth in silent despair

Stranger

wishingonstars

Leesville, United States

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Artist's Description

Seriously found my self staring at this guy trying to find out where this pain that radiated from him was coming from. He pulled something out of his pocket, it might have been a pitchure but i really didnt see it. This poem came to me shortly after I saw all this. Enjoy!

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  • Robxavier
  • Sharon Perrett
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