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