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The Vagabond Within
The Vagabond Within. I slip through cracks, my memories dimming, as thoughts of yesterday swirl, down dreary tunnels of decay, into the chasm that is today. Waiting, forever waiting, to belong, yearning to fit in, taking solace in transient cities, wearing masked faces, tailored for fleeting places. I stagger each night, lost, wasting precious breaths, drawn from a lifetime of sighs, no consolation from the cruel, while donning the skin of the fool. Wrestling unseen demons, dreading tomorrow as it nears, ripping away my shallow smile, withering into a hollow shell, seeking comfort in everyday hell. I stumble, I falter, words slipping off pen onto paper, fickle doleful murmurs of distaste, at the gradual emptying of a soul, needing to shed it all to be whole. Stray dogs savage each other inside, a body lathered in deep muck, soiling my pants, wetting my being, whistling promises that turn into lies, the plaintive songs of a clown that cries. I am momentary, a soap bubble on the breeze, just smoke clearing into thin air, wasting away in my cocooned lair, too old to change, too young to care.
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