Emily J

Emily J. USA

A WALK

When I step outside I put one headphone of UMI into one ear While construction noises and subtle car engines fill my other

I feel no hate for this town, for this dross today Maybe my hate is on vacation, far away from this place Somewhere sunny and placid

The wind blows softly against my skin As if it’s kindly greeting me As if it’s trying to get my attention

My oversized sweater makes me feel protected too Like Starla, I can crawl and hide in it Hide from the worry, pain, and fear that comes with life

I look around and the sidewalks are empty Maybe everyone is scared that God is furious and will bring heavy rain upon us again Or maybe it’ll be hail

I walk past many houses Why so elegant? So sophisticated? If these houses were alive They would treat me as a servant And have me fetch them a tall glass of cool, iced water They would speak with fancy accents full of fortune and vain

I look to the skyline Right in my sight is the place where I’m supposed to be My home, my real home Where all of my friends await for my indeterminate return Where my family will be ready to pick petty fights with me Where my confidence and happiness anxiously stroll the streets, lost and abandoned

My two year sentence is almost up