no one is there

a creak becomes a crack
a crack becomes a break
sleeps flee 
eyes fade
memory fails

 

hunger grows
hammer toes
flabby gut
no butt

 

lonely hours looking out the window
at the same leaves of grass
the sun comes and goes
night never ends

 

when nature calls I growl
to void my weary bowel
fix a bowl of half cold soup
sweep the floor of my chicken coop

 

maybe today I leave this place
if only it could be true
i know my plight is slight
by comparison i have it great

 

should i pray today
like i did as a kid
why bother
no one is there