Scarcely Heard Truth

Gravity
Was never kind to me.
It forced and pressed
And I was fixed to the ground.
My legs were stiff.
My eyelids were heavy.
I saw only as far
As my neck allowed.
So I drag myself
Across these vacant streets
Down a murky, forbidden alleyway
Behind a dumpster crammed with
Everything we’ve ever lost.
There I kneel
Next to a shattered man;
An acrid aroma scents the air.
He turns to me,
Glances at my weighted legs,
Appraises my clouded eyes,
And shakes his head.
“You mustn’t let
“Your anchors keep you down.
“Cut the rope,”
He tells me.
“Live.”
And before I can ask
How to set myself free,
I hear someone call my name,
And then the alleyway
Is host to just one
Again.
The truth has gone astray
In the unforgiving dark.
And no matter how hard
I search for that man
In that alley,
In that street,
I cannot find him.
And to this day,
My legs are stiff.
My eyelids are heavy.
And I am still
Stuck to the ground,
Neck bent backwards,
Eyes hungrily inspecting the sky.





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miracle_of_hope said...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 4:57 pm
wow what an amazing homeless guy
 
MumblingMelanie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 5:01 pm
Bwahaha! He sure is. :3
 
miracle_of_hope replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 5:03 pm
so where did you get the inspiration for him
 
MumblingMelanie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 5:07 pm
I don't know...the history of homeless people has always interested me, so I decided to write about one. :D
 
miracle_of_hope replied...
Aug. 14, 2011 at 5:08 pm
ohk well he sounds like he has a philosophy major so maybe hes just down on his luck
 
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