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Alone

by Thomas K. Hunt

He’s tattered and leather-like, he’s a sight to see as he searches alone for the life and where he needs to be

Darkness shrouds the day he’s in as the sun sets in the west again
Night finds him cold and alone as shadows lend their chills to his bones
Storm clouds hide the stars and moon during this summer rain late in June
Rain dances on the streets forming black puddles that prune his swollen feet
Lost to the world
Lost inside
Lost in his life with no place to hide

Still he walks through the night on his way to nowhere searching for the unknown
Seeking the eluding everlasting comfort held by the multitudes yet foreign to his soul
Daybreak leaves him cold and old beyond his time
as he searches for a life to hold and ease his troubled mind
The sunshine on his face brings no comfort in this cold loveless place as he tries to avoid the finish line in this human race
He’s tattered and leather-like, he’s a sight to see but the sad thing about it, it could be you or me

06/21/2020

Posted on 06/21/2020
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

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