Just A Little More Life

I’m walking by an old and broken town

Observing what my surroundings are,

The town seems so blue

like the people of the town

Painted the walls with their emotions.

Everyone has a grim look on their face

and the buildings looks as if they’re unoccupied.

Even the floors look like it’s been

On an emotional rollercoaster.  

The town looks dissipated,

Like it’s shunned from the world.

People look as pale as vampires,

Like the sun is never high.

I’m walking by an old and broken town

Trying to stand out as an outsider,

But I feel myself blending into the crowd.

I look over into a dark and eerie
alleyway,

a shadowy figure catches my eye,

As I inch forward

the figure becomes clearer.

A man with a ball as a back sits on the floor

looking down on the brown crusty road

with a wooden guitar in his arms.

He doesn’t seem to notice me,

It was dark,

As the day was coming to a stop.

I could only make out the shape of him,

But all I can hear was the beautiful strum

against the cold, cracked guitar

His elongated and meatless fingers made,

And brought the lifeless town

Sluggishly beating again.