#121-Somewhere else

Cold nights,

Deserted streets,

Time to clear the mind…

A man sleeping on the ground:

      Cardboard mattress.

      Jacket covering a curled up body.

      An arm for a pillow.

The voice screams

DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING!

But I walk by.

Helpless, useless, blessed, torn.

Steps quicken,

Distance grows,

I can’t see him anymore.

The image fades as

My music blares.

There are sleepless nights,

When the image returns

While ghosts happily play.

So I stare at it all,

Until dawn,

When sleep usually comes.