The Silent Man

confessions of a troubled mind...
A silent man was trying to rest.
His agitated mind churned with images.
Pain from a past incident stops him.
His brief night of sleep was aborted.

His dreams were troubled.
The visions he saw had a horrible end.
As he watched, the buildings were crushed.
People were tormented by the fires.

When I met him I saw his troubled mind.
He was afraid of the future.
He had little positive to report to me.

I was concerned for his safety.
Every moment with him I saw the strain.

I left his town shortly after that.
I have reflected on his suffering.

I realize now that he was truly alone.
None could help him recover.
I know he is destined to fail

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Arindam Bhattacharya

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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