No role model.
No claim to fame.
Just a man and his words.
Just a man and his pain.
No judgmental thoughts.
No hate held inside.
Just a man living his life.
Just a man waiting to die.
No particular talents.
No interests or dreams.
Just a man, only ordinary.
Just a man, or so it seems.
No loving wife or family.
No hope or faith or pride.
Just a man, getting on.
Just a man, dead inside.
A man suffering alone.
A man suffering in silence.
A man we all judge.
A man who tries to hide.
Pain is but a prelude.
Living life to die.
Next time spare a thought, before judging a passer by.
~Larko
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