Lonesome
I am here in this moment, aimless
I write this but I feel my existence gliding
My hands, legs and small belly are defenceless
As my soul reaches up and moves away
While they continue to look at me
This happens often
When kind words are said
When stories of hurt are repeated
When semblance of a similar spirit exists
My being is shaken
Flesh and blood aside
I drift beyond the apparent
Aimlessly
