Reality

Clouds float by pictures painted in the sky.
The breeze is cool against my bare skin.
My eyes wander the open canvas looking for something,
A memory…
A heavy breath caresses my lips and I sit up.
Memories are a poison…
They taste bitter and burn.
The concrete presses against my back as I lie down again,
This time it’s a piercing knife like feeling.
I squirm,
my skin scrapes against the roughness of the concrete.
There,
Out of the corner of my eye I see it.
A face….a person…
An icy finger runs across my neck,
down my spine and jabs me in the gut.
The burning intensifies as the reality of my situation comes to light.
Nothing I do or say can numb it….
I am alone and must face it with nothing more than a smile.
I can hear the cuts and scrapes screaming out in pain,
Ignoring their cries I stand.
My legs weak,
My head dizzy,
My heart shattered….
I’m alone,
Why?
Because I have yet to let anyone in and trust them.
The grass seems so brown,
dead and empty.
Yet the road is wet and flooded,
The rain never seems to stop.
I’m starving from the lack of substance.
So why go on?
I sit leaning against the cold metal door,
my head falls forward as my reality slowly slips away…
My hunger is gone.
My smile…a grin.