One foot
Through a muddy
Railing
An old phone
Seven years
Out of date
Captures his
Shush and
Flashes his
Final resting place
I'm alone now
Like a psychopath
I smile
Because
I'm alone now
Conformity has left
And walked home
Does my shepherd
Come back
For the stragglers
Or am I
Free to wander
Off down this
Beaten path?
Unaware of his presence
They address him
In third person
Confusing his
Indecision's
Debating a future
He knows
Will not be
Blurs of light and a fox in the night
Served as his reflection to see
I'm alone now
Like a psychopath
I smile
Because
I'm alone now
Conformity has left
And walked home
Does my shepherd
Come back
For the stragglers
Or am I
Free to wander
Off down this
Beaten path?
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Fabergé eggs: A collection of poems by Alexander Hopper
ŞiirA collection of poems I wrote while I was at the lowest point of my life.
