Solitude’s Companion (A narrative poem)

I woke up this morning

contemplating on the story of a lost boy

the one that ran away,

they said when he ran he did the right thing,

I always found myself asking why,

They said before he ran he always had this look in his eye

one that spoke more than he did;

they said there’s not much difference

between the way he lived his life before and

the way he lives his life now

they said, that bagpack you see him with,

that’s how he’d always carry around life’s baggage,

he had the whole world on his shoulders,

we’d be damned if we even knew his real name

they said.

I always asked, where he went?

Did he have any family willing to help him?

They said it didn’t matter where he went or who he saw,

he’s not intending on letting anyone see

the reflection he sees,

but he’ll be fine.

I always asked how do you know?

They said because he’s been lost his whole life

only thing he fears is being found,

and we know that’s not so bad, right?

He’s used to floors, begging mostly,

Smacked around by pain so much, he’s gone numb,

but the great thing about him is

he’s forgotten.

Forgotten?

Yeah, how to dream, wish, hope – expect!

He thinks good is something that hides behind

darkness, selfishness and religious morality,

that happiness is just a word,

and charity is what he is,

so maybe it’s better he stays lost.

You want to know how it ended for him?

He came upon a crossroad,

each turn reflecting a part of him,

but only one reflecting what he desires,

And you know what?

He took the road he was most familiar with

and he was determined not to turn back.

What a child, eh?

This poem speaks about a boy who lost everything growing up and as a result he gave up believing that the world had anything to offer him. Every time it came to getting to know new faces or getting accustom to new places he remembers fitting in was never something that appealed to his nature and so he starts to run again. The boy represents a lot of us in society, who feels as though we’ve lost ourselves due to past circumstances. The poem states that we all have the opportunity to receive more than we could ever imagine in life but due to being lost for so long hope, faith and all the other great things life expect us to have seems too good to believe in much less have any effect at all on our lives. The poem concludes by showing that somewhere down the line similarly to the boy we all reach a form of crossroads in our lives, a point in which we’re given the opportunity to better our lives and a lot of us would take advantage of this by traveling a new path but the rest of us well like the old saying once said “better the devil you know than the angel you don’t.”