His anger is outrageous,
His fist he did not miss.
Whatever was bottled up inside him, he let it all out.
Frantic behavior, no doubt.
He is heading towards nowhere,
With a lump in his throat, he still cares.
He needs help, hopefully it's not to late.
A sign says " enter" and up goes the gate.
Now it's all up to him,
Whatever the outcome, at least he is in.
Nobody can't say he is not trying.
With all his heart, he is crying.
Maybe down the road, one day.
He will learn to stay.
Sometimes, life hits you hard and then you fall.
At least he is trying, at least he took the call.
©terrylin53
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