FEET

After I ran
Walking this path set before me
I am now homeless, for the first time
But I felt homeless all my life
My parents did not care where I slept
In the garage or on the couch
Maybe in the laundry room or no room at all
I lived out of a closet and had to wait until everyone left
So I can get to sleep on the couch

Now I ran and am walking a homeless path
I feel free but I am lost
I’m tired and hungry in this northern place
I’m watching my feet as I walk
Listening to In my Darkest Hour
I am in this darkness
I knew no one here, but they did not know me either

Still walking to who knows where
My shoes are becoming old and torn
I have such heartache, but such rage
This shouldn’t happen to anyone
Why oh why god is this my path, my destiny
My soul is in agony, but I can’t return
I am in so much pain that I might throw up

I finally made it to a park and a lake
I write down what it seems my final analogy
Using a knife on a wooden bench
Resting my feet for a moment
Until a cop tells me to go
Vagrants are not welcome
I’m now a vagrant, a drifter, a homeless bum
An outcast of society

With hurt feet