Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Standing on one leg, resting my weight
Leaning on the cold concrete alone
Cars and their headlights flashing
Lampposts with their fog lights and fluorescent bulbs
A fire burning across the street
The stench of a nearby flood drainage
Pollution from passing trucks
My lungs feeling pain causing me to cough
A sudden gasp for air
Which turns out as a disappointment?
Whereupon black smoke engulfs me
I'm left here feeling tired and exposed
If not for the kind heart of a good man that invited me in
It makes me wonder why I sit here
Now writing, miles away from my loving home
Dodging mosquitoes, looking at this piece of paper
Writing silly thoughts and asking 'why?'
If not for love this would not have made any sense...