I look around

I look around,
and all I can see
is
some lonely Samaritan
trying to
answer questions,
which can never
be answered.
Then
I fall asleep.
I walk the dog
down the street,
although I know
It isn’t even
my god damn dog!
Probably one
Of those
from the horde
that killed
five sheep last Sunday.
Or, maybe
a lost soul
looking for company,
for a bit of hope,
that people still
show interest.
And I stop.
Dog wanders on,
as if I wasn’t here,
as if he never
passed by,
and then
vanishes
into some
little abandoned street.
And I
feel lonely,
as if I miss something
or somebody,
down there
in my heart.
I am still alive.
I am not dreaming.
It is today,
and I feel
lonely,
really lonely…

© Pawel R. Tomal