Spoken

this poem is about my friend who passed away

Soft spoken lonely soul
Spinning with desire
Struggling with ambition
Fighting for a place to land his tears
To rest his pillow on the stone cold floor
Would be a privilege
In his broken world of love and hate
He conquers all to keep his face
His thoughts are always to be kept his own
Never to be told a single living soul
To be revealed is his greatest fear
He trys desperately to love
Yet he can not hate
He's dependent to his very core
This wise old man
I'll never know
Yet I often feel I love him so
I can not pass these feelings off
I feel terably alone
Theres no holding back the tears
He left me for my own
His recurrence through me
WILL FOREVER BE SHOWN!!