poetry
i walk, simply walk. The road is coated with a thick blanket of the ever-drowning snow. Sometimes i wish i could just stay like this, watching the snow fall and the stars twinkle as my breath fogs up my vision. Liking the sound of it, i composed a poem, being a hobby of mine, as i walked. I kicked myself later for not thinking about it, since i sorta just winged it.
"living snow, flutter and fall
into the arms of a mate so tall
the roads and trees await your comforting cold
controversial as the world is old, i know
but life is a series of black
as..."
I stopped a bit, thinking of my next line, leaning against a streetlamp and bathing in its soft glow, giving me a golden outline that sort of went with my fur. I thought of a line quickly and began walking again.
"as love and peace are both attacked
by the hate and malice of those
who drink from the chalice offered by whores
nobody wins, but everyone loses
life, what cannot you do?
you can ruin my life, but it also ruins you
Masochist! Bastard! why do you do it?
take our innocence and run us through with it?
God is an entity, but he seems not to intervene
with his own creations, or did he just leave?
these are the things i don't like to believe..."
I murred a little, pleased that i actually finished this one. It seemed a little dark, creepy almost, but i still liked it. What i didn't like was that i was gonna forget most of it when i got home...
As i pondered this, lost in thought and trying my best to remember my poem, i almost passed the orphanage. "woops..." i said to myself, muttering it bitterly and reminding myself to pay more attention next time.
I sneezed a bit when i got to the big double doors, and pulled the coat more tightly around my shoulders. George, my benefactor, was gonna kill me for this. I wasn't supposed to be outside at night but i just needed to think. So, with that in mind and an excuse set up, i took a deep breath and opened the doors.
"Josiah?!" footsteps, followed by what sounded like George's wooden paddle hitting the railing on the stairs.
And thus began my night.