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/ 9/26/2007 11:10:00 PM
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The Loner, never alone.
By Billy Zheng. he gets up from Bed, Alone. his family nothing more than shards of glass strewn across a bar table; A relic from a war years past. he sits at the table, in deep contemplation, Alone. his tears are his daily bread. he walks down the street Behind time and space he walks in the shadow of the people laughing and rejoicing, Alone. his friends are the leaves rustling in the wind. he drags himself to school, Alone. he hesitates, and beholds A horror house, a torture chamber, Yet his mother's sweat, blood and tears, push him on, her sacrifice moving. His greatest fear, his only hope. he sees his class nothing more than a ghost, he slinks to his corner Alone. No one sees him, no one looks. Through a cheer and a whoop, he does not lift his head. his weary burden, yet his only vision. he passes by his crush, Alone. A girl he'd seen and known once. A beauty outside and inside; The manifestation of compassion, Once she touches his head and asks if he's okay. Now she's a fleeting wind, carried by the thunder; The real men of school. his love now nothing more than a dream eaten by the handsome. School's ended, a year passes, he still walks down the street, Alone. Education has ended, textbooks burned? Where to? he does not know. he looks back at his house, his school, his class, his love; he falls to his knees cries an unheared cry bowing down prostrate pushed by his emotions Anger, Hate , Love, Sadness Regret. Lonliness. Passing by everything he finds nothing, No one sees his plight, his inner burden his tiredness, his cry. he turns a corner Alone. and he ends up in a street he never knew was here, A small house, a tiny church. A father standing outside, looking out into the sky, as if the sky were speaking and he was it's audience. The man sees him, captivated. He moves with uncertanity, then haste; he is scared, he is petrified, it's all the same these people come and run; they knock me down, he thinks. But the man runs and embraces him. his breath runs out of him his mind shocked his eyes shaken with tears the moment captured for eternity. He is loved. He is loved. He gets up from bed and He is loved. |
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