The Lonely Man

He stood there.  Gazing over the field and sighing.  His cloak covering him from head to toe as he continues his lonely life.

Walking through the field he is joined by many.  Rich and poor, men and women, religious and non-religious, black and white.  He unites them all as one for nobody can deny him.  Nobody can say no to him.

As he walks he amasses an army behind him, and continues his slow march around the world.  He never speaks, he never smiles, he never shows his face.  He just walks and is followed.

Some day we will all meet him, some will take it well and others will not be able to handle it.  But surely enough he is coming for each and every one of us, and this scares people.  He's alone in a sea of people simply because he is feared and hated.

He doesn't mean to though.  He knows that they wish him gone.  He knows that they wish him destroyed.  But all he can do is march on with everyone following behind.  At first he cried, now he just sighs.  For loneliness has embraced him, and he has embraced it.

He comes for us all.

It's not his fault, and it's nothing personal.  It's just a part of life.

So if you ever see him do not hate him, approach him, and tell him some stories.  Maybe he'll finally smile.