On the streets. The alleyways. Fragile worlds surrounding. Paper bags, plastic, throw away items. Almost like the people they reflect. I hear you, Talking to yourself, Animated, frantic. Waving hands about as if you were creating an invisible world, where you could find peace. I smell you Like a magnet taking the underbelly of the towns you sprung from. Dark musty trails of the places you’ve been, in the struggle to survive. It’s too fresh in my mind. I touch you, As your hand reaches out for the meager change I might give. Rheumy eyes speak passages of a life, tossed to the winds in stormy abandon. I know you, Under the thin guise of civilization, Humanities wounds are passages of your lives. At any moment you could be where I am, And I could be where you are. Twisted fate wraps her fingers about us, Tightly.
wow... that is certainly a powerful first post.. and a beautiful piece of writing. as I read it, it took me there..
