Missing

Grey skin pavement falling by.
Passengers and every eye.

Peace inside that no-one sees me.
Icy needled rain is kissing.
Blurry empty neon welcomes.
Calming darkness for the missing.

Only me and clothes are here.
Small and wild I hunt and gather.
Flashing visions of my mother
and the ones I left behind.

In the nothing space I hide.
Tired eyes the rain is kissing.
Wheels of passing cars are hissing
like the first day that I died.
I am missing, lost inside.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.