The Stranger In You(Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

A stranger walks by,
he is tall and lien,
freshly shaven,
smooth and clean.
All dressed in black,
he stands alone.
you look again,
see that his cloths are tatted,
torn and faded.
His skin is pale,
you see bone.
His eyes are glazed,
lost in thought,
hiding his pain,
and covering his grief.
He looks at you,
and to your disbelief,
you know him.
For you are one in the same,
both lost in thought,
hiding your pain.

You are a stranger,
who puts their emotions in a chamber,
locks them up,
and stands alone.
Until someone who holds the key,
comes to set you free,
and provides you with a shoulder to cry on.
So you can move forward,
and move on.