Outsider

Dark and dusty glass.

Numerous hours have passed.

Takes a look at himself to see what he has become.

Since the day he fell he has been on the run.

Clouds loom over his head.

He is approaching the day that he will dread.

All of his past is breaking him down.  

He feels like he is going under he is about to drown.

He needs to be saved before things go wrong.

He has been inslaved like he doesnt belong.

He isnt normal,or thats what they think.

Just because he ia different you all will let him sink?

A gasp for air.

A cry for help.

A plea of despair.

I wonder how he felt.

Just because he doesn't fit in

doesn't mean that he cant win.

An outsider.

A traveling man.

All he has is a lighter.

As he slumps through desert sand,

but exactly how long can he stand

to silently trudge into nomad's land?