At The Park Poem by Michelle Asswit

I sit on the vacant bench
Alone gazing at the dead trees
And on the floor are autumn leaves
I see the same bum everyday
His shtick to get cash is mundane
And I see the same high school kid ditch class
To smoke some pot in the alley next to the grass
I don't do either of what I just explained
I just sit on the bench, I sit and wait
For lightning or thunder to strike my body
To take me out so I am no longer living
So my bones can show through my skin
So I can feel the shock of electrocution
And I can easily do that at home with the TV
But something about the park just understands me
Maybe it's the simple and bleak scenery
That identifies with what I'm feeling
And when it rains all that is there to protect me
are the rickety branches stuck to the tree
Reducing the amount of raindrops
That fall on me
But when it's windy
And lightning strikes
Nothing's there to protect me
Just like in life...