Calling out to the moon

Crying out for love that left so soon

Consumed by the dark lurking in the alleys

Roasted by the rays of the sun that dares to light the future

I have become a part of the streets

Camouflage, blending into its dirt

Time passes like off route winds,

that have lost the course of life.

Living has become a memory that I wish to forget.

Better I vanish from the face of the earth, it barely acknowledges my existence.