the boardwalk
not a soul around
except the ones deemed
unworthy
a speckling of homeless bearing
their burdens
on their backs
sky the dullest of grey
vacant vendors
giving shelter from the
rain
lock
sting me and i want to shy
away
but instead
i fixate on the pain
in your glare
a clear wall between us
dividing the two worlds
they have created under our
nose
more
than a dying
flame
a mound of ash to be
swept away
how easily i could fall
into your world
a path of wandering
whilst blind to the roadmap
