Lonely

Lonely

  • Submitted By: cool
  • Date Submitted: 07/30/2008 10:35 PM
  • Category: English
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The sun feels warm upon my shoulders this brisk sunrise, and the water gleams into my eyes over the bay so I have to squint. The ground is still wet from last night’s rain and I feel my feet getting cold and numb through the holes in my shoes. Melbourne’s streets are quiet and still this luminous morning by the doc’s, but my head still feels heavy from the unpleasant night before. By the waterside a tall grey post becomes a comfortable place to lean as I raise my hand against my face where the memory of last night’s struggle is scarred over my forehead. The wind blows softly through my hair sending a chill down my back. A stiff man dressed neatly in a sharp black suit passes by, taking his time to look me up and down in a way of disapproval. I feel as hopeless as I did when my mother told me she had cancer. An irrepressible tremble of unruly anger howls inside me. How dare this man look at me like that, he doesn’t know the strain I contain in my heart. I begin to run, not for any reason, but for the feeling of my feet thumping against the damp ground and the tremble throughout my body. There is no justification for running. But it is all I can do.
With each deep breath a fog expands out in front of my mouth in this chilled air. I’m stumbling through the park now. There are people doing their morning runs and businessmen walking briskly to their carefully elegant offices on the high floors of the buildings over towering me. But I’m nothing compared to these people. They have made a living for themselves; they don’t have holes in their shoes, or scares on their faces. I sit on the hard wooden bench near the pond where a patchy looking woman is feeding the ducks. I feel a tear slip down the side of my cheek, its warm and slow. The woman looks over at me with a toothless smile that would frighten you at a glimpse. Young boy, will you not pass me my bread crumbs on the bench next to you there. Be a good boy? I feel I have already done enough bad things this day, I...

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