It's the strangest thing, you know,
staring in the foyer room of walmart,
a world between worlds,
staring at the the missing persons billboard
in a little awe
in a little confusion
those that got mixed up in the wrong ****
in the wrong trip
with the wrong people
in the wrong house
on the edge
might be forgotten
by all
except their family
death at their door
mocking them
what a life in a way
but not really
too much raw
and short term - low pay out - investment
fear, death, and silence
then the most disturbing noise of all
many pass right by
in fact all pass by
heading in to what
to where?
to life,
no
that automatic door leads staight to hell
too hell
and back
to nowhere and back
all images, small sufferings hiding behind cheapness
in and out without a care
and this billboard
the final nail in the cross
no blood
too extreme and real for blood
just one, and one more
that grabs at it
soft tears coming through
eyes
eyes that care and cuddle
for the good times to exist again
poor gal
im not quite there yet
so I go inside
hoping to gain some perspective
knowing that I never will
until I see a face
one that is know
on that board
maybe then
maybe then