Staring into the headlights coming towards me
A quick step to the right would end all the pain
all for good. Maybe you even give me a push.
Life, fragile, permanent agony and delusion.
The thousand yard star, headlights turns to
streams of light. I stop breathing and just
feel the wind stroke my face.
The grey and cold pavement equally lonely
to me.
Walking until every joint aches, doing
whatever it takes.