Hopes So High Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

It was a surreal walk
The way everything was so blurry
I saw a man step in a puddle
In the morning he won’t be so hurried
Taking my time and stepping into air
I felt light upon feet over there
Seeking memories long lost to me
I found the child I use to be
Now he’s gone and all alone
Hated by most and ignored by others
His heart is viewed as a disgrace
And his opinion is mocked at in haste
His truest friends betrayed his trust,
That was the first time he ever opened up
Live and learn so he did
Now he’s closed because of them
Still he writes in hopes so high
Trying to show his weakened side
And yet, they smirk and laugh and beat him till he bleeds
Each night he’s home all alone so blind to see
His thoughts are his companions and his only friend
Hardened inside, forever to them, and all again