Tuesday, February 15, 2005

that old man

he is lonely, so very lonely
was that sympathy.. or something more
hatred, does it exist
or will it ever go away
when.. how..
staring into blank space
yearning for that nothingness
he do not speak
eyes that brightens up, smiles that lingers
when 'that' is around
yet so, he is still sitting there,
alone, so very lonely

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