A Man With No Name Poem by Dee Gey

A man with scars on his back, he cannot escape the past,
An agony of deceit for each moment that he live,
Every minute, an hour, a day, year after another,
There’s a pattern he’d go along with and will imitate.

A man in a plastic capsule, wanting - but not daring
To just get out and explore the so-called human nature.
He doesn’t pretend at all, even behind that thick wall
Of his heart’s enormous pain, still calling somebody’s name.

A man lost something there, will he ever find it here?
Emotion stirs the senses, contracting brows in displeasure.
Future is what he dreamed but reality is his present,
A life worn out by much conflict, jealousy and hatred.

There are questions hanging like cobwebs on his mind,
Needing all the answers on which he cannot find.