A Lonely Man
It's my poems again!
Unlike any other poems I've written here in HubPages, this one's quite different. The poem depicts the story of a man who committed suicide (quite dark you see).
You surely find me hanging,
With a rope to keep me standing,
I stayed from night ‘til morning,
Along with the wind swaying.
I remained under for months,
My hateful scent constantly runs,
Numb and cold felt despite the sun,
Attracting everything but not man.
Time eats my soul and lifeless body,
As my memory starts to turn foggy,
And my mind in outmost worry,
Pleading to stop pain immediately.
Drowned in complete despair,
Lifeless becomes the nightmare,
And with an ordinary wear,
The print of death comes near.
Countless years suddenly passed by,
Yet the tree stood still strongly,
And what of the man who’s lonely,
No one can know with certainty.