On the corner of lonely & sad
South of everything he wanted to be
Just west of love & happiness
Sits a man that often thinks of when he was a boy
Silently smirking about the ambition he once had
Smoke billows from his mouth as puffs with no pass
Looking into the sun until a cloud covers its rays
It begins to rain but he stays while others run away
No fault to them the clouds lack silver linings
What's binding him to that spot?
He's lost with hateful thoughts
Numb to mocks from the flock on the outside
Inward is where it hurts the worst
Waiting for him to blurt out his sorrow
He merely continues to sit with his spliff
I wonder if each hit is a wish?
Love from a Miss, to hold hands with & kiss
His oldest wish
It's too foggy with that salty mist
Hidden from sight despite stature
When's the last time you heard pure laughter?
From him?
He's never happy only top up with apathy
Every day he sits on this corner
Mimicking a foreigner in a land he created
By Axton Rupp
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
On the corner of lonely & sad
South of everything he wanted to be
Just west of love & happiness
Sits a man that often thinks of when he was a boy
Silently smirking about the ambition he once had
Smoke billows from his mouth as puffs with no pass
Looking into the sun until a cloud covers its rays
It begins to rain but he stays while others run away
No fault to them the clouds lack silver linings
What's binding him to that spot?
He's lost with hateful thoughts
Numb to mocks from the flock on the outside
Inward is where it hurts the worst
Waiting for him to blurt out his sorrow
He merely continues to sit with his spliff
I wonder if each hit is a wish?
Love from a Miss, to hold hands with & kiss
His oldest wish
It's too foggy with that salty mist
Hidden from sight despite stature
When's the last time you heard pure laughter?
From him?
He's never happy only top up with apathy
Every day he sits on this corner
Mimicking a foreigner in a land he created
By Axton Rupp
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