Death Of A Lonesome Soul Poem by Vincent Toll

He walks down the lonesome street,
In the unsuppressed darkness of the night,
Looking For His Purpose In Life.

He goes through school alone,
rejected and hated by everyone.
No one ever gave him a chance.

He has to walk miles through,
Freezing snow and rain.
Because he doesn’t deserve a ride.

He sleeps alone on the cold cement floor,
With nothing to comfort him,
Except for a thin, hole-filled blanket.


He believes that if he dies then
every ones problems will disappear
and no one would shed a single tear.

He sees himself as expandable,
So he takes risks he shouldn’t
And inflicts Pain upon himself.

He Seems To Always Be
Waiting For Someone That Could,
Save His Pathetic Life.

He should have already have
Given up on this Stupid Thought,
That Someone Would Save Him.