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