Nomad

Standing in the dark, a heavy weight on my back, a light pushes past me, a hum of the heater all around me, a sad and lonely hearts hangs within, a smile irks out, slowly spreading out of my thoughts, it’s just me, no one to hold, no one hug, no one to love, the sound of rain pitter patters outside on the cold concrete slab, slapping dead fallen leaves, a bright light blinds my being, my view, a clock ticks, when will we see you again, there’s red soon to cover me, every thread unraveled, the bustle of people, loudly talking, the fakes, the reals, the shot, the life taken, the soul captured, into the cold night he steps, slipping down the sleek steep bank, into the ice cold creek, the wind howls, the crow caws, the wooden door creaks and swings shut on its hinges, legs dangling, back and forth, it’s cold, hands clasped firm, looking down, a human reflection cast on the waters, a chalky moon set above.

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