My Days Of Freedom Were Over

March 7, 2011
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I sat on the ground, watching

as many people passed,

walking pets in colorful outfits.

Nothing could temper the oppressive heat.

The sounds and smells of a busy street

momentarily entertaining my senses.

I sat, and sat, and sat,

doing nothing but stare into the constant stream of traffic,

or at a person, littering in front of me.

I had no purpose, no reason to move or do or even think.

While in that state, seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours.

Without any warning, I sprang to life, flinging myself down the street,

as if suddenly pulled by the strings of a master puppeteer.

A large yellow bus passing by.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback