Shedding each hope like leaves
Until one day there are none
No hopes
Nothing remains
He fronts a mask to hide his face
His eyes are deep water
It is not for him to want
It is not for him to feel
Everything evaporated into thin air
Just like a cloud of smoke
Just like a lost child
He looked for her
He looked for her fanatically
He kneed in prayers
Will his prayers be answered one day
Time will tell
These are not the memoirs of a King, nor a famed gladiator
not of a celebrity
certainly not from Romeo for Juliet
But it has its own weight
After all
they are from a lost young man

Wrote this poem while I was emo-ing. Enjoy.