A glimpse into
a lost soul
is unimaginably
a painful one
like a sore thumb.
Lost in a
twilight of an
oblivious zone
is this child
of love who
has lost the
will to live
and the way
back home.
Living in a
dual complex world.
Lost within a
self built wall
as if in a
self made iron
clad fence.
A prisoner in
shock and shambles,
living in *******.  
Gazing into the
air with a
glossy eye.
No one knows
what he's trying
to say or do
but in his
silence the eyes
speaks volumes.
How can he
be reached within
his solitude of
frightening calmness.
Even when you try,
as all you
get is silence.
His owl cry
cut through the
silence of his
wilderness as if
disturbed by
unsolicited intrusion.
While all he
needed is tender
loving care.
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