-The Never Cared for Man Alone-

Time ever moves, I was born in an ever moving time –
From then, I have been here, in existence, alone –
Tormented by loving alone –
No roses to smell in my place –
The dust clouds bloom as the stampede races towards me -

Converged in a cloud of dust and a thousand ravaged souls,
Crushing the useless existence of a loveless, unloved man alone –
When the dust settles, the unloved man is gone –
There is nothing but hundreds of shavings of torn paper, lingering to be picked up in the graceful arms of the breeze, never to be seen or cared for again, the never cared for man alone –

Like the tumble **** stumbling drunkenly across the depressing
landscape of a deserted desert town, gray and dreary –
The air smells of sadness and death, the air is heavy and moist
Filled with the tears of a single tormented soul, loveless and unloved –
The man blows away, pages gone, memories gone, just another man –
Another man who suffered thru agonizing pain of being –
“and like that he is gone and forgotten,” I am gone, and forgotten.