It’s cold tonight

The wind whispers through the barren trees

I can feel the gravel crunch beneath my feet, can smell the lingering smoke smell in the air

The walk was long and my feet felt wrong, sore, twisted

Anything was better than there

Anything was safer

The red flimsy old rain coat wouldn’t shield me from the cold

I tilt my head up, searching for a source of light in the distance

I saw a ...

I perished, but sadly, failed to die.

The world moves on, and they still see me.

Even when I can’t see myself.

The fire already went out, but everyone else is still going.

How can they still go, when everything is wrong, when nothing feels the same?

My happiness was ran out, but I still run this race.

The world won’t know what I face.

They wouldn’t understand what it means to be me, when everyo...