Alone

    Alone.  A word.  A buried silence.  All yearnings converted into structure.  The balance is lost, the day falls.  Night covers my soul, a dungeon of ice.  Every day I get on the same bus, every day I get off.  There's always one more guest to check in, one more homeless guy to kick out.  My karma bleeds with every cut from the knife of duty.  That which forces benevolence on the rich and privileged, forces dejection on the needy and vulnerable.  It's not my fault, but it still hurts.