Your skin, old bark, smells of dust and time.
Faraway eyes focus, tiny camera lenses searching for clarity.
An absolute existence like mist, soft and heavy, light and cool.
Overpass passes overhead, others scurry by, no notice.
You were loved once, and once loved, tender baby with possibilities.
What fork in the road ate you up and spit you out?
Patterns and roadways etch your face, a great map of life.
You bleed, a blood of society, of addiction and affliction.
You are no saint, your wings melted when you went too far
Choices and chances, circumstance, **** happens.
Some day eyes will open and see you.
They will notice and they will understand you.