My Proposal To God
Always the air seems empty
stifling and ghostly yet –
as I walk these streets alone
with only my shadows for comfort
the darkness is my only friend.
I look towards the neon lights
colored bright upon the horizon
I’ve been there once,
was one of the beautiful people
that was before yesterday came.
Now I’m in today and different
all I have is my case of memories
my clothes and a bottle in a bag!
I crave for nothing and nothing
craves for me…
I feel deserted by mankind.
As for that God – I ask myself a question?
Written by B R Walker
Copywriter UK 2017