Thud, Thud …
Thud, Thud…
The sound of speeding cars,
Over my wilful head.
Unaware of my existence.
Un-noticed,
Un-dead….
Thud, Thud…
Thud, Thud…
Day in,
Day out.
As I grab another bottle.
To calm my tangible silence.
Frozen, I surface.
To warm my withered hands,
Each vein
Tells a story,
Of a lonely man.
Gathered into one secluded stance.
Distracted by a watery glance.
As a tear,
respectively, Slides down my face.
I'm fearful of my unlawful grace.
Disperse my sight…
Alone I fight.
Demonic Fears,
They clench, so tight.
My heart is fading,
Fragile,
As it seems.
Representing a rose,
Clean and pure.
melted into poison,
To drink…
My only cure
If I die tonight
Promise me…
Just let me be…
a homeless man,
With my shade of misery.
~Empath~
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