‘He Saw The Troubled Man’

He saw the troubled man
As he walked down the street
His eyes were full of sorrow
His head bowed to his feet.

He followed closely behind
As the man made his way
No one glanced in his direction
As he gave a nervous sway.

He couldn’t stand it any more
So he sped up to the lonely man
Glancing deeply into his eyes
He tried to formulate a plan.

“What troubles you my friend?” he asked
“Why so sad on this lovely day?”
And the man raised up his head
His complexion dark and grey.

The man opened up his mouth
But no words escaped from within
There was no way of knowing
Where his pain did first begin.

He was just about move along
When the man began to speak
“If you can’t answer that question then
its obvious why things are so bleak”

And with that the man was gone
Leaving in his wake
The realisation of one simple thing
One huge foolish mistake.

There was no man, only a reflection
That bounced off the window pane
It was him with the eyes of sadness
And his heart that was racked with pain.

He was the troubled man
Who walked on down the street
He kept his face looking downward
So his reflection he’d never need to greet

By James Wiffen

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The Heart Wasn’t Made For Aching

The heart wasn’t made for aching
The mind is meant to be free
The spirit wasn’t designed for breaking
The eyes are open but cannot see.

The day without hope
The night without cheer
The dawn full of worry
The dusk full of fear

Always feel like your falling
Not flying as you need to be
The mind is like a caged animal
And all it wants is be free

The laughter of others
Rings out like a bell
You want to be part of it
Not in this living hell

The heart wasn’t made for aching
The mind is meant to be free
You look to the heavens for a glimmer
But hope flickers like leaves on a tree

The crowds bring sadness
The people bring tears
The loneliness breeds madness
The pain that no one hears

Time rushes by
Like sand in the wind
There’s no end to the sorrow
The lights have all dimmed

A candle that burned brightly
Is flickering in the night
It not gone out yet
But its given up the fight

The heart wasn’t made for aching
The mind is meant to be free
If there’s still chance of redemption
Then I must be blind for I cannot see.

James Wiffen 22/04/16