Its a cold day infront of the vent. Views down, submissions nill, vision beginning to blurr, breath heavy, mouth dry....

I Sit Alone

by Runaway Jim

Many a night when the winter wind hand blown,

and pushed aside my skin to hug on my bone,

I roam where I'm goin is completely unknown.

But I know I'm alone.

I know I'm alone.

No one beside me, no one to guide me,

so when I am wrong there is no one to right me.

Every body's behind me so I walk the road blindly,

Stumbling home,

I walk alone.

There is people around me, but darkness surrounds me,

So it wouldn't even matter if one of them found me. 

So I live alone with the demons that hound me, 

Shouting the tone, 

Of I live alone. 



Like a dog with no bone,

Chewing a couch with no foam.

A map to no home,

sold for a smart phone.

So I Live alone as a zombie, a drone.

In a dark cold room that will soon be my tomb,



I Sit Alone.

Writing this poem,  I Sit Alone





Unkown Artist