The storm clatters above in the sky,
and I shuffle off the bus,
face to face with the unknown.
The streets seem to snarl at me,
my body, howling with hunger,
louder than the thunder I wander under.
I start to wonder if I will ever be seen again,
sinking into the shadows,
captured by the clouded night,
running from the rain as it dances with the darkness,
twirling and spinning me into a cyclone of confusion.
I am dazed.
Dropped off by a train station,
dropped off the overcrowding figures,
a son of the streets,
a child of no-one.
The night wears on,
I wear nothing but the shirt I swam to shore in,
and the memories that become nightmares when my eyes fall like the sun.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 