For him, the world passes by like a snake poisonous and full of anger.
The eyes were so tired of all it saw and could not heal or help.
Hope was the drive for most of his time.
Now he sits and stares at the tree that gave him peace.
Am I alive or just going by like a sad case of human flesh.
I remember the days he sat here and spoke in silence.
His eyes were full of tears and pain over what he couldn’t change.
Time hasn’t been the friend he hoped; for now, he aged.
He is sitting here alone with his head in his hands, dropping tears like rain.
The old oak, his only friend in times like these, couldn’t help him this time.
He is slowly becoming the pain he didn’t want to see.
His breathing is hard and slow until he falls at the feet of the tree.
The old man has been waiting for the time to free the world of pain.
His heart stops as he passes through the light of the tree.
The faith he had in all to see and spoke his words to the oak.
All wondered who he had been and what he had seen.
What I know is that the old man was Humanity.
Angel Rob / Mr. Mind