Hello, readers! This is just a short poem that was bouncing around in my head that I decided to write out and post. was being weird and didn't let me do stanzas, so I put a break between each. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own "Doctor Who"
The Haunted Man
The Tortured Man,
The Sad and Lonely Man.
The Passionate Man,
The Hollow Man,
The Tormented and Abused Man.
Here for a Moment
and then He's Gone.
as if He had Never
Existed at All.
He stands Alone,
His slender Frame
Ever on the Run.
a Smile pulling
at the corner of His Lips.
He Never says a Word,
He speaks of Great Places
of Great Times and Beings.
He carries on About
Monsters and Humanity
of Goodness and Survival.
and yet,
He Never Says a Word,
on Who He is.
He Dances around the Subject,
Flinching away from the Pain.
and so He Runs on,
Never Stopping,
too afraid to be Attached for Long,
because Pain is all He's Learned.
and so He carries on,
the Darkness Consuming
Both Hearts.
He is the Last,
the Only One.
The Haunted Man
Leave a review please! I hope you enoyed this random poem.
~Alexandria Keating