I wander alone
tall buildings surround
drip drop drip drop drip
pipe somewhere has burst
moss and vine abound
cracks web the old street
dusk is falling now
anxiety claws
primal need to hide
no home to return to
no family to fret
no strangers to burden
free of all consequence
except for cloying regret
and a blue nostalgia
like rain on broken glass
inside an office building
enter through shattered glass door
crunches underfoot loudly
office plants grow on the walls
ceiling stained with rainwater
chairs and tables still arranged
I’m presenceless, like a ghost,
traversing frozen moments
sometimes I cry in the soft night
the tears for me and me alone
many other nights I do not
but still I carry it with me
knowledge that I have all the world
but nobody to share it with
and too few hands to maintain it
my only purpose to witness
what little I can of what’s left
I find an in-tact kitchen in back
I close the door and lock it tightly
but for my paranoia only
for only stray dogs are a worry
though sometimes I wish I was hunted
to at least give urgency to my
vague, guilty, mis-begotten journey
overhead, I hear a groan, then a snap
Tumbling, Shaking, Roar of a Collapse
years of patient neglect now take their toll
I quickly scurry out of the kitchen
down the hall, down the stairs, I fly on fear
chairs rattle, wall ornaments fall and break
The illusion of stillness is Shattered
Destruction comes, this is no peaceful Death
I sprint out the shattered door onto the street
I look up to witness the end of the place
I see that only the top-left has collapsed
all of my forgotten things are still inside
I cannot go back inside it and risk death
nothing precious was inside my bags or clothes
I already left those in special places
I don’t have food or water, but I will find more
I know this because it’s truth is irrelevant
when I die does not matter, there is nobody
no one will miss me or require me or my help
the chirping crickets will not write ballads of me
the owls will not discuss my merits and trials
the decaying concrete will not remember me
any trace of me will be gone in centuries
I am unimportant, for I wander alone
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