He

A man sits in silence,
his world consumed by bitterness.
Alone, he waits;
quietly awaiting the arrival
of his dearly beloved.

Through the emptiness,
he finds redemption;
his strength empowered.
His entirety,
encouraged to pull through;
wait for his angel.

He’s calm.
Only anxious,
in an expressionless face.
Superficially denying
his lack of debauchery-though metaphoric.

As he waits,
he listens.
Listens to himself
and the thoughts that gravely haunt him.
He hears through the words;
now there’s bells in his ears.
Ringing in excitement for the future yet to come.

He found meaning in his distraught;
it enlightened him.

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