Nothing Man
A nothing man stumbles up the sidewalk
A white yellow tinted beard hangs -
from his face
Tattered sheets of cloth
stick to his skin -
as he walks in the rain
His empty eyes follow
a crack in the street
Heavy black boots
thump on the ground
As the air scatters around his -
wind burned cheeks
His corner -
well rested from the evening -
awaits another day of asked forgiveness and life
A cardboard life of a nothing man
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I write because it's how I speak to the world.
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