to fall. My face is
on the ground covered in
dirt. Worms as my floss. It hurts
to stand up. I’m at a loss.

I have nowhere
to go. Not a thing to
do. Every day is the same. The only
thing that I change are my clothes
and my shoes.

I have nowhere
to turn. Everyone's left
me. I'm ashes in an urn,
sitting on the shelf all to myself.

I have nowhere
to reach. My arms are
cut off. Flat on my belly;
I'm a sucker like a leech.

I have nowhere
to run or no man
to run from. Nowhere is
a place that I've outrun.