When I had nothing, I had nothing to lose.
I lived freely,
blown by the breeze of the night,
ready to go wherever it may take me.
Over time I’ve accumulated so much,
so much now to lose.
I built my walls high,
locked all my doors
and boarded up my windows.
I sit inside,
rocking,
cradling a gun.
Never sleeping,
I just sit
and wait,
hoping nobody comes to take what I have.
C. Shortovski