Cruality

Cruality
by
Robin Hall

If home is where the heart is.
I am homeless.
I glide through the park seeing no one.
Ignored by all.
A shadow in the trees.

Tears dripping in sunlight.
Shining in rain.
Playing in fog.
Hiding from day.

Alone at night, sitting, alone.
Sitting inside, I know nothing of out there.
Is there a there? Or only a here?

Foolishness prevails on my time and I listen.
Noise assaults the ears.
Cars tear my brain.
Music burns my ears.
Storms come and go.
No one hears.
Tears fall dryly and quietly.
No one sees.

The time is never, ever my friend.
Forever.
Whenever.
Wherever.
Whyever.
Friendless.

Slowly I wind down.
Slower still.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
When will it all stop?