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The Human Condition

by Corey Drover

Cooped inside my paranoia
I walk down the alder filled pathway
At night,
Fearing what wasn't there

I'd heard the stories
And been given the warnings
And still I venture out
Just to go get some cigarettes and a chocolate bar
And maybe a magazine

Hands in my pockets, I mimic my heartbeat
With my footsteps
Rhythmically strolling with the beat
As the clouds covered the moon I saw him
The desolate night had become too crowded

Clenching my wallet, the only two noises before
Had now gone in opposite speeds and as I slowed down
My heart sped up

Like two lone cars on a highway, we passed
Without an acknowledgment and I felt
Vindicated at my safety yet sorry for the
Unfounded suspicions
Finding not the words I continue on

As the clouds continue on their
Never-ending journey and expose the orb of truth,
I see another man
My heart speeds up.

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Corey Drover

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 04/26/03 at 02:47 AM

I dont know why this was in the least read section. I am going to nominate it for poem of the day.

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