Quiet Surrender                                                                                  

 

Cold pavement against my delicate skin

As I lay silently shirt in tatters

People step around my fallen body as though

I were a dead pigeon, I am nameless, without identity,

A stranger in their midst, an alien

Having no possessions I am free

The architecture of my body is my only substance

Without human form I walk ghostlike 

Through the shadows of life

My emaciated body is a husk of withered cells

Even hunger has evaporated

In the dry recesses of my body

Beyond care, or worry, I am unshackled

No longer will I have to attend to bodily functions

They occur naturally without effort or need for control

The end will not be glorious or painful

Rather a lapsing into sleep

A sinking into torpid stillness

As the sun sinks over the concrete canyon

The cold seeps into my bones

The sounds of the city lull me to sleep

And night falls casting me into endless dreams

Quietly I surrender