Luminous an embodiment of a figure stands between the busy streets in a world full of breath... Life.

No one takes notice for his heart beats low, his eyes trail the ground in defeat... His mind tugging strife.

What feelings become the rational thoughts of a mind forced blue?

It is but a path of a loner, the ravishing forces being true.

Who is he? When his light doesn't shine as bright.

When he thinks all that has shattered him remains as dust in rained waters.

Figures pass by.

They waiver in steps to dodge his rigid figure,

Never mind his existence which resides misunderstood.

He's... in pain...
They see it
Feel it
Ignore

Like the stagnant feelings that have so long dripped from his fingertips,

They hold a guarded heart, so sore

Through the darkness, he hasn't lost the small fainting light reflected upon the shiny surface.

The haunting realization of hope keeps beckoning.

Through all the misery, the frigid breaths and the deserted thoughts in his core,

That man who stands in the middle of a bustling city remains hopeful he'll become more

The sun has risen as the moon gives stars permission

Another day.

Another night.

Another moment to understand

He takes a step forward

Letting desire save him again...

(((A/n

I actually wrote this for a friend so it isn't a personal poem from me. )))