Sidewalk step
On a sidewalk step Alone, he sits there Dirty soles, feet bare Fine, shortly-cut light brown hair Taking in the summer air Easily scared and unaware No calendar No real care What’s on his mind? Where lies his stare? Can’t seem to find A thought to share Maybe, there’s really not A thing to say Because it’s rarely hot Just enjoy the day Then came the day When the clouds turned gray Intruding thoughts Slowly encaged The way he thought His ability to create What was once unbarred Was now contained Internally distraught And filled with hate For what he became And his loss of grace That sidewalk step In his mind, creates A time of no stress A true escape “Give me some advice” I’d like to say “How do you sit here and gaze With nothing to say? Nothing on your mind. Just enjoying the day.” I don’t think he could answer He’d have nothing to say Because things have changed He’s no longer that way.