He's Gone

He sits there.
Alone.
Lost.
Scared.
He sits there.
Thinking.
Dreaming.
Wondering.
He sits there.
Questions flooding his head.
"Why?" He thinks.
He sits there.
With memories.
With saddness.
With hope.
He sits there.
Scarred.
Beaten.
Broken.
He sits there.
Slowly sinking away.
Fading.
Translucent.
He lies there.
He's gone.

Written November 2008 - about conformity
By Elisse Cook