Through Others
by Austin Corbin
He has always been known as a drifter
He never had one group
One type of people
He found himself drifting along
The stream of ideas, beliefs, cultures
A fleeting current
Never landing on one
Yet landing on all
No one was right for him
They all were great for him
Everyone knows him
No one does
A special and acute pain
Known only to him and his kind
All he wants is some one
One person to understand
To have a best friend
Someone who truly knows
Until that day
When a person who knows comes to be
He is lost
Scared
Hidden
Beyond hope
His name need not be shared
Everyone knows it anyways
Outwardly Jaunty and alive
Inwardly creeping and afraid
Leave him alone
Inundate him with your presence
He doesn’t say much
Doesn’t feel right in his own body
Wishes he was dead sometimes
Loving life in other times
The flip of a coin
His life seems to be
SOMEONE, QUICK, HELP!
His time is running short
Promises he made, now he forgets
Don’t ask him what is wrong
He doesn’t know himself
A fly on the windshield of a bus
Too late, Too late
We’ve lost him, now he’s gone
A living corpse
Dead without a doubt
You can’t retrieve his soul
It is far gone
His parents are deathly afraid
They are scared into shameful cowardice
Never try to understand
Only counter with fear fueled words
He feels a loathing for them now
No one can save him
Not even himself
All his friends turn to hate
He falls down
Down into the infinite pit
Down down down
We shall never see him again