A drifter wanders a blackened street.
Face lit only by a sliver of pale moon,
And the burning vengeance of a Marlboro.
Forgotten past, driven by lost dreams,
A soulless void
Encompassing fear.
Faceless to a world gone cold,
Wandering shadow,
Like a wolf on the prowl.
Hunger drives normality
To the brink of extinction,
Dangerous only to himself,
Sanity is a thin line traveled
Most frequent.
Creatures stir in the night,
But none tread louder
Than the hollow footsteps
Leaving behind a life,
Eclipsed by loneliness.
An inner child screams
For the validity and whereabouts
Of it’s Being.
Fingernails and skin
Seem to have lost the battle
Mother Nature waged long ago.
Only sense of feeling left,
Is the emptiness inside,
From the lack of food and purpose,
Two things people need to survive.
Lifetimes of stories and wisdom,
Rotting away without an outlet,
Like the city of Atlantis;
Erased from existence.
Drifting through life
Waiting for the end,
Like a stained and ugly snowflake,
Floating to an inevitable demise.
Nothing gets noticed,
Strays seem to stray.
No company,
No being,
Just solitude
Day after day.
The only friend is comfort,
Which happens to be the night.
Reliable and understanding;
Free from judgment through disgust.
If no one sees you,
Does one exist,
Or is it a mere delusion
Of an empty fate?
Questions with no answers,
A life without purpose,
A soul with no home,
Leaves a drifter,
Wandering blackened streets.
Face lit only by a sliver of pale moon,
And the burning vengeance of a Marlboro.
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Submission Name: A Soul With No Home
