I’m ignored
silent
watchful
a body ahead
a body behind
as she crosses the street
on the strip of solitude
the sun
around which
the metropolis buzzes

I’m tired
always moving
going somewhere
going nowhere
following her movements
like a blind man follows death
I am not of colour
but rather a darker shade
of cracked cement

I’m hiding
the lights are off
I have no dimension
I have but senses
I am a witness
but do I witness a monster?
or do I witness a human?

I’m dreaming
my oxygen the sun
sinks below
the ever turning earth
a world of colours painted
I am alone in my thoughts
does she go to sleep
like I do?



I’m dying
she’s fading
days are shorter
the darkness
taking me farther
from the light
would she move so quickly
had she known
what I witnessed?
I wouldn’t know
for I am not present
I feed and live
of the sun

I am more than
the metal links that chained me
corroded
weathered
rusting
they break easily
I walk forward
I feel
I breathe
no longer held captive
by a brighter being

I am my own freedom
a voice
a truth
no longer bound
by the light of day
or the illusion of presence
the illusion of living
freedom from
the silence that stole me
a colourful sunset
my fear of the darkness
no longer
I am