nephilim56

UPON THE STREET

I am not a shadow
Nor seated ghost
I am a man
Totally alone.

What has been
Or came before
Is but a dream
On a battered shore.

Of memories melted
To seem unreal
The cold wind blows
The snow it feels.

As if a kiss
A chill to place
Its icy lips
Upon my face.

A vagabond
I seem to some
A homeless man
Described as scum.

Ive lived two lives
Now and before
My only wish
My own front door.