The Deserted
The Deserted
By Mark Miller
Empty feeling alone-
Wonder where any place soon to go
Maybe out west seems best,
Or county fair to people stare
No- the lonely wait for home-
And listen for silent moan,
From incoming comfort may soon come
Clock tic docs with computers hum drum
Emotions stir hostile frailty
Killing presence within entity
Him or I or shadow named me
Poisoned thinking seas synchronicity
Sitting staring into empty window-
No anchor object to hold onto
Waiting for routine train,
Infringes brains loathsome bell tower
Cars and buses and trucks speed nearby,
Wishing I a passenger side by side inside
Sunrise shines sunsets distress frays daily amble
Immersed company table two chairs and hanging cable
Some die some try some just say goodbye-
Sorry to say think I shall leave soon
Wake the wicked days empty conclusion
Awaiting cord swings animated spies me gone too
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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