Man In The Mud - Poem by Joshua Wyatt
You see a man
He's laying in the mud,
with shoe prints on his back.
His eyes look desperate.
You can see his body trembling.
His sanity has long since past.
The world kicked him down one too many times.
So now he just lays in the the mud and screams.
People ignore him but he still continues.
But they are not really screams, they're warnings.
Warning people that the world is an awful place.
And that he can see the misery in everyone.
Or so says the man in the mud
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