Somewhere

Cold Joy

As the homeless crept down the street

Their coats cold

With wet snow and rain

Church windows ablaze with an unapproachable light

Off in the distance

They glance at the light longingly

Imagining the taste of roast ham

Their Mouths

Salivating at the taste

Reminiscent of a time when they felt loved and felt safe

The dogs' bark

Through the darkness

Is that what they think of us?

Do they really think that we are dogs?

When they look at our noses

Do they see muzzles?

When I get angry

Do they see a dog snarl?

Is this just the house of dogs?

The Nobility pass by

Each one is the same as the last

They all go in the same direction

Thinking and feeling the same things

Though I should be the one to find an interest in them

I feel no fascination

Their simple

Trivial human behaviors are the same as each and every other

Not a single one will stand out different than the rest

Bringing me some new fascination for the world

The empty night air

Leaves question

Will tomorrow be another day

Safe from my action?

Does my presence really cause people pain?

Must I refrain my presence

From others interference

Hide the blossoming lotus inside

Contain emotions

Not let myself touch or feel too much

Grasping hold onto anything

Or trusting the wind

For I fear life too much

As others fear

What is in it

That maybe this is a spiral

Downward I fall

Into the lies and actions

With no protocol

Falling from grace

Into this pit

Away from the universe that held promise

Held hope

Now I'm just a ghost

I walk to the supermarket

Then out I go

Back home

Watching television

Sitting hours away

Strange echoes of this world

Make me wonder if I am dead

I can't get the monsters out of my head

I am chasing time

Trying to get you off my mind

These disasters make the world beautiful