A portrayal of words,
A plea for a listener,
A free flow of emotions,
That goes beyond superficiality.
To read between the lines,
To listen in on the anecdote,
Told from his perspective.
A host of doubtful sentiments,
Clouds his trivial thoughts,
Recollections of angst lie in wait,
To pounce of the remnants of his soul.
The epitome of skepticism,
He has but hesitancy for whatever lies ahead,
Searching for a helping hand,
To forget the pain,
To shake off the burden,
To overcome his anguish.
And lead him into the light.
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