{"sf1_id":1334731,"sf2_id":"214MLb5e","title":"He Lurks","author":"Adathorrules","words":99,"posted_at":"2018-05-17T04:14:00.000Z","tags":["2009","Outcast","Poetry","amateur","old"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1334731-he-lurks","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214MLb5e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6c/41/6c41cb26-1814-4954-aa08-e40d2b013b9c","description":"#1 of Poems\n\nThe first poem I ever wrote circa 2009. It isn't that good, but I seldom write safe for work content unless it is short poems.","content":"You've Probably seen him walking somewhere as though nothing can touch him.  \n  \nHe pretends to be happier than everyone else.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nHe is at times outspoken other times reserved.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nYou look upon him and wonder what he is thinking.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nYou pretend not to notice him.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIn his mind he ponders his purpose and has flashbacks of darker days.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nHe lurks in the shadows wearing a conspicuous dark jacket among other offbeat clothes, a silent protest to how shallow our society hath become.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIf one be bold enough to probe his mind, one\u0026nbsp;can learn a lot about him and our world.  \n  \n\n"}