by Wayne Stewart Hurton

A face that cannot be seen
So what does this really mean?
A lost and lonely past,
That brought me heartache
I hoped wouldn’t last,

Deep inside I longed for calm,
To stop the torment of my self-harm,

A lonely figure within a crowd,
My voice shouted out loud,

Never finding any true love,
I asked for answers from up above,

Was it me? Was I to blame?
Or did I just feel so much shame?

Always feeling like a nobody.
I now stand before you today,
And through Converge,
Has a somebody…

©Wayne Steward Hurton, 2016.