I awake with a start.
Something moved? A sound? Was heard?
The fog is thick enveloping me.
The ground where I lay is damp, cold and hard.
I look around without moving my head. I see nothing of the park I am in.
It is dark and the street lights are only blobs of light in the fog.
People, I see them coming closer.
A lady with her dog asking a man, is he alive?
I say yes I am.
They say they are sorry.
The lady is plainly disappointed that I wasn’t dead.
Probably would have been her first dead body.
Sorry to disappoint her.
My being homeless perhaps I am as good as dead to them.
Something to dump in the trash, a job well done, to be seen no more.
A pity.
Charles Lanning comes from Omaha Nebraska. He as a BS degree in Psychology. He has worked in jobs assisting the mentally disabled and the elderly. Also worked as a building janitor. Also assisted tourist by telling them where to go, politely.
Other then poems published in High school or College publication. This is his first poems submitted for publication .
His poetry is inspired by life and what happens around him.
