“If he’s truly out of sight, is he truly out of mind”…

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She says that he has changed…
But can’t really define how…
Says he is so very different…
From what he was, to now…

Still with the same face…
And carrying the same name…
But something is now missing…
It no longer feels the same…

Says she feels the difference…
From the man she used to speak to…
And the smile when he sees her…
Is now easy to see through…

As she searchs for hidden meanings…
In his words and his actions…
Which leaves him feeling defensive…
And looking for other distractions…

So she’s now closed her eyes…
As it all feels so painful, so cold…
And closing up her ears…
Refusing to believe, whatever she’s told…

Instead choosing to attack…
Through anger and frustration…
And though time and space surrounds…
There’s little hope of salvation…

As no matter what he says…
Or how he tries to defend…
She doesn’t hear him like before…
And it looks like it’s the end…

So he quietly walked away…
With a bruised and confused head…
Never quite understanding…
Or agreeing with what’s said…

Just retreating to the shadows…
Back where he belongs…
Between the light and the dark…
Dodging the right and the wrong…

As she has really changed him…
But he could never define how…
He just feels so very different…
From what he was, to now…

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“The little that he sees, is nothing he concedes”…

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Broken, full of doubt…
He stands crying in the rain…
Shouting; “What’s it all about”
Praying someone will explain…

His tearful eyes are open…
But his tired mind is closed…
Yet he keeps on hoping…
For the truth to be disclosed…

Demanding; “Why does life go full circle…
From cradle to the grave…
Who decides my life cycle…
Am I just their slave”…

He’s always looking for the answer…
And begging for a sign…
From the Devil and Voodoo dancer…
To the flame upon the holy shrine…

He’s been forever searching…
But never finding peace…
Always ends up cursing…
False Prophets and the Priests…

No answer to his question…
One that’s old as time…
Not a hint or a suggestion…
Just life’s mountain left to climb…

He doesn’t know where he’s going…
Unsure even where to begin…
Not sure what he’s doing…
Should he laugh, cry or simply give in…

Every moment he wants to scream…
Every second he feels despised…
Because nothing’s as it seems…
He refuses to believe the lies…

Faithless, full of doubt…
He stood alone in the rain…
Trying to work it out…
Is life really worth this pain…

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