Walk This World Alone

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I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

A man with no place to call his home.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

The soundtrack, a soft and lonely saxophone. .

I am not afraid to walk this world alone—

to explore what, to me, is the unknown.

I’m am not afraid to walk this world alone,

when everyone else has left me on my own.

 

©Taihair Brown 2017

There She Sits

I saw a lady sitting lonely at the bus stop
Bus came and went, she stayed still as I watched
Alone wrapped in her blankets,
The wind bit at her as winter began its visit
All her belongings in a Wal-Mart cart
Nothing to remember her if she were to depart
Maybe some pictures of a life she once inhabited
Those last memories, guarded
There she sits
Bundled still shivering in the cold
To the passing kids, she’s a sight to behold
Pointing fingers and staring
Adults walk by without ever caring
Yet, she asks for nothing for that’s what she has
To have something would tease, for it would not last
What image does she see when see closes her eyes?
Does it carry her away or is she saying her goodbyes?
To all she left behind…..
Maybe she sits and prays to the divine
Or maybe she curses it in cold hell
What did she do wrong? What wrong turns? Or did HE fail?
There she sits
Alone facing off in the wind
Her face battered and bruised by Father Time and his kin
Taking turns at what once might have been,
something beautiful now hidden by haggard skin
Her hair tangled and ensnared in its self
When was her last shower, other than rain water she’s felt?
A figure forgotten by society
Or ignored, no denying it
She sits and talks to herself
Or figures which, we who watch, cannot see or be felt
There she sits
A lone figure in the dark
When you sleep, she sits yet to depart
Till the sun rises to a new day
and society shoos her away
Pushing her aside like simple trash
Away, hidden like a disgusting rash
For now, she stares into emptiness
So until then…
There she sits

Copyright © 2011 Robert Brown