running from october to november
driven away from all that was
loving and true and encouraging
to a field where you could bury it
like a live animal, inhumane and unethical

there, burial beneath the leaves,
struggling against the four focused winds
you pull your peacoat tighter to ignore it all
searching for something new, anything
to deliver from chemical imbalance

marking out entire pages of past when possible
cutting and pasting scripture to support
this withering of heart and soul, determined
stark profiles, dualistic changed statuses
addresses just to fill in boxes

how alone you were to begin with
how you never had a home
how your family will forget you
how among the lies you now roam

for what is true anymore amidst this life?