A Man Like Any Other
He closes eyes made gritty
By stolen hours of sleep.
He=s solid only–in realms
Of shadows and unspoken despair.
He blindly reaches out
To grasp what he cannot see,
To find purchase in another night
Spent upright, in a lone kitchen chair.
To the outside world
He=s an ordinary man.
Made solid only– in realms
Of burden and elbow grease.
While alone, here in the dark
He is but one soul among many,
Seeking an end to his long and
Resigned search for peace.
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This is certainly not one of my best, but considering I did rewrites on two chapters today–one of which had to be completely rewritten, I don’t have the energy to search out a better one. I am, however, stoked on the two chapters. <g>
Hope everyone is having a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!
Oh yes, this is just one stop on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train ride— make sure to check out the others.