Where's Waldo?

He's Just Another Face in the Crowd

Brandon Elliott
Where's Waldo,
when he's lost among the fields of disappointment?
Left to sob with weakened hands,
which are the final resting place
for his irritated eyes.
When his stocks have found rock bottom -
When hope isn't an option,
and the only road less traveled
has now fallen in.

Where's Waldo,
when shadows are hard to look at?
Squinting at disgusting light,
aviator sunglasses can't shield him
from justice, from truth.
When holes are now craters -
When mountains revolve around the sun,
and NASA has already
shouted "Mayday".

Where's Waldo,
when his tongue has filed for divorce?
Almost completing a 1000 piece puzzle,
only to find out
that one's missing.
When he can't seem to find himself anymore -
When all he has left to do,
is ask for help,
and scream, "Where's Waldo?"

Published by Brandon Elliott

17 Years Young // Writer // Intelligent // Knowledge-Seeking // Poetic Because I Can Be // twitter.com/brandonrofl // brandoniswrite.com //  View profile

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  • Catherine Spencer10/27/2009

    Awesome poem! Can't believe this came from a 17 year old!! You're good :)

  • Tina Twito10/20/2009

    Wow! THis is really incredibly good. Waldo and methaphor for "everyman" with a nice Robert Frost reference! Love it!

  • Jennifer Waite7/15/2009

    Again, really unique and quite good. Thanks for posting!

  • Victoria Dawson7/14/2009

    Really good

  • Geannie M. Bastian7/13/2009

    Wow! Really good poem, and much more emotional than the title lead one to believe. When I saw the title in the e-mail I laughed, which is good, but the actual work is much deeper. Nicely done.

  • vicTORIa:)7/11/2009

    this is really good

  • Justice Lives Not7/10/2009

    Wow! This is awesome!

  • Thomas Lane7/10/2009

    Highly not bad.

  • John Myers7/10/2009

    Good one!

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