Giant Steps pt.3: Tears for the
With bowed head in his hands. . .
Aware of his plight, the truth demands.
At the start he had no doubts or fears
of the net result of squandered years.
Now turning back to face his futile past of waste
the dam behind his brow breaks loose the tears.
Wasted, drained, and spent from grief.
Reddened eyes , heavy lids close for relief.
Lies to one side, back toward the light
to face the shadows and purge all sight.
He sinks into dark thoughts of his history wished untrue.
And finds a way to sleep and greet the night.