Lonesome Journey Uptown
By: Brethraeus Lennaes
Dragon Moon Art Studios©
There are no emotions out tonight
Neither crickets nor other sign of life
Only my own
As I get to the bus station to go uptown
The driver looks down upon my wrinkled face
He grieves for me
He gives hope of trust and lets me sit behind him
He hands me a warm towel and I dry myself
We leave the station no sooner than the last minute
I look back to the empty seats
I see no faces
I look down the street I left
I see no trace of life
Uptown I leave the bus
The rain drizzles
Moments later it stops
The stars have vision now
A single porch light is lit on my street
It must be mine
The single house at which I stare
Paint peeling and wood rots
Timber scattered on the rust lawn
I enter
A stack of bills lie soaked at my feet
In my room I sit in shame
I get into my night clothes and sleep
The next morning I awake
With sounds of the world
I start again
This is the harshness of life
