He is surrounded by a thousand faces.
Yet, Still the loneliest man in the room.

Whispers encircle him. “He’s everything!”
Yet, he has nothing.

Broken hearted. Suffering mind.
Truth be told, it’s his sadness that shines.

Mistaken for beauty, these ashes of mine.
The one thing he needs, the thing he can’t find.

He gives. He gives. He longs.
They take. They take. Yet, he’s wrong.

Where is simplicity? She has left him.
Sorrow has replaced her.

Sorrow. Misery. Torment.
These are his lovers, his great affair.

“Save me,” he thinks and never says.
Why hear rejection out loud.

Commitment? Only if it’s from him.
Then the pain drives deeper.
The reality of false hope murders his soul.

He’s still breathing. Each exhale a reminder that he’s surrounded by a thousand faces.