The Lost Cause

His eyes were pleading,
searching for someone to understand,
to voice out what his imagination couldn’t even grasp.
But they all looked at him passively,
making him feel hopelessly numb.
He was looking for an anchor,
but he couldn’t find one.
So he crashed inside, his muscles rippled.
A range of expressions masked his face;
there was anguish, regret, pain and fear.
He knew he couldn’t break down here,
and now as people encircled him, he tried to calm himself.
Unable to shake the wild fear out of his eyes,
he shut his eyes,
took a deep breath and forced a smile,
spreading it across his face.
Numbing his mind and heart,
he knew what awaited him at the end of the day,
he went ahead to face his fears;
unaware that he feared nothing but himself.
He was afraid of himself, afraid for himself,
for he knew he was a lost cause!

GREG RAKOZY NATHAN JOHN

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