Cinders
Posted 15/07/19
Confident behind erected closed door, staccato betraying his yearn to explore
A smile bends his lips and he tends to lean in, seeming so casually interested in
Maintain connection with users and host, subtle first hint, but never a boast
All in his stride, he takes on the bosses, trying to get them to stand on their crosses
So florid a darkness he seeks to dispel, within the pit surrounding hollowed shell
He stands apart, thinking honour's to gain, scared that the past could repeat again
Sarcastic smirks are all he can manage, hinting to some at his internal damage
Fearful, he marches alone in formation, hoping that someone perceives his stagnation
Desire to connect obvious on his face, if he cares who is not one kind's place
Contained in his memory, imprinted a trace, a type he desires no one can erase
Should this be his only criterion for, someone for this man to love and adore
Questions are raised at the start of his life, at when he decided on his perfect wife
Circulates now, a networking master, departs like a bullet, only a tad faster
Fears his mistakes left his life in mere tatters, slips out as regret in such idle chatter
Seeking out knowledge, the working of things, those that he finds won't survive the slings
Needing a tour, he entreats his new friends, only to find out that they're all dead ends
Spurred by the crush of that lonely last call, swiftly retreats, abandoned one and all
He can't forget, nor allow his own rest, dreams he's absolved, but pretends it's in jest
The long, lonely journey yielded no results, but behind his back, there may be insults
As some of his friends prepare to kick on, care not to reveal their plans to this one
He longs to submit, but fears the outcome, stares at controls and thinks how he'd succumb
Imagines himself without worry or fear, regrets pile up as they all led him here
Stoic with fears just beneath his skin, armour intact with inner battering
He hides in plain sight, hoping one kind will see, the sign on his forehead begs her, "Notice me!"
Overlooked again, he can't understand, why he's, to her, the invisible man
Is he the victim of pasts that won't die, or is he caught up in the infinite lie?
The man may be missing a piece of his soul, but hasn't discovered what would make him whole
Instead, he departs into so cold a night, afraid of the shadows he holds far too tight