When they used tell him to “delete himself”, yelling
Other painful terms, outside his place of dwelling;
In a violent rage and fury he would fly;
Like a meteor, cast down from the sky.
It once hurt and damaged him to hear the insults,
(Having already felt quite depressed)
Each affront would accomplish its desired results,
Of causing him to feel more stressed
(Yet, now he feels – mostly blessed).
Although his emptiness, is multiplied by loneliness…
…When he descends to the cold sidewalk,
A joyful smile is across his countenance;
Although he apprehends their vicious talk,
He`s filled with a peaceful confidence.
Grinning not because there is no pain,
Joyful not due to the old salty rain;
But filled with something impossible to contain,
A feeling no hate can ever restrain or constrain.
The slurs of nasty energy,
Are LOVE, after some synergy;
Intentions to cause a loss, responsible for a gain.
If only he could explain, he is “sorry they feel that way”;
Upon arrival, none approach, to
hear what he has to say.
Composed By: A. D.
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