Another Nobody

Roadside, below an autumn tree

She rests reflecting the same dying spirit as the tree

Looking like a log from fizzled out fire

Groaning and moaning

Tired from batting the flies away

Lifeless, humorless face

Wrinkled like a blanket

Scared silence in those hollow glassy eyes

A corpse is better than her

Given up!

From the disease

Worn out!

From the begging

Coming is the winter

No place to go, except for another leafless and lifeless tree

Years upon her,

Joints slackened

A knot in the stomach

A hole in the heart

No reason for her to hope

No hope for her to live

“If she dies, who might be responsible for her death?”

Asks the fierce wind blowing away

Sucking away a bone, the stray dog stayed silent

Grabbing a fly, went the lizard on its way for another juicy one

No knight in sight to rescue this pile of bones

But the dark night spread diabolically

Raising its ugly head, waiting for the moment

The dust flew about in its way,

A used leaf platter came by, flying

“This was not my fault” lamented it…

It went flying; hoping may be it could save “Another Nobody”