Alone

On the lonesome road

He walks alone

Among the many

He walks among.

Like a shadow,

No more than a wrath.

Not looking for company,

Just looking for the last place he will see.

He greets you

Engages in banal chit chat,

And without showing his soul

He moves on.

Alone.

Back at his place,

Which he will no longer call home,

Like a ghost he drifts around.

Feeding the chickens,

Feeding the horses,

Feeding the dogs.

He feeds himself,

But the food has no taste.

All joy has left his life.

He’s achieved all