Alone Poem by Nathan Kraft

Pain and solitude surrounds,
this humbled empty husk.
The love and hope now all dried out,
only words to describe: Alone.
A Desolate Absent man,
Burns with pain.
And cries out loud in the Sudden rain.
There is no comfort,
no excuse to whine.
Noone to console except his
Throbbing mind.
His stare is vacant,
empty and lost.
His soul is screaming
and clawing at dust.
His posture is proud,
his words are like a fathers,
wise and powerful,
but behind his compassion
is Hurt and Fear,
it builds and grows
till he succombs with tears.
Laughter Fills his days,
and sobs control his nights.
He prays that God protect him,
for someone to understand.
He prays he'll be forgiven,
but noone lends a hand.
Noone holds the giant when he hurts,
but the giant compells his acceptance
to absorb all of their burns,
and stings and cuts and gouges and no cures.
Begging for help,
and none being offered,
I am the giant that yerns.