Drifter Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

When others go to sleep at night
I wake to find
a world of darkness
Void of sight
And I unwind

When others laugh
in restaurants
I feel a certain chill.
I sneak and wander
to my haunts
An alley dark is my thrill.

The world of care,
of near and dear
I never knew.
Their sounds are strange
For me to hear
I sleep in dew.

Today a soul in friendship
Held my shaky hand
It seemed as if a cozy spot
Was saved for me to stand.

But then I saw
the alley dark
was calling me.

My shaky hand
pulled back at once
And the friend
withdrew.