poetry by j matthew waters

anatomy of a lonely soul

just how many crossroads
can you run into
how many deaths can you encounter
only to stop & run the other way
later telling yourself
you didn’t see a goddamn thing

now they see you & now they don’t
shadows always changing
altering the many faces you’ve worn
lately modifying your look
to the point where people
don’t even know your name

it’s true whatever they say
no matter if it’s self evident
or a big fat lie
touching your head & shoulders
two knees & ten toes
letting loose a howling cry
for the very last time

october two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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