The median

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He sits on the highway median
he enjoys the way the rush of wind lifts his hair
as the vehicles swoosh by
it feels reckless although it safe enough were he is
he often debates with himself
jumping out in front of one but he doesn't want to hurt
possibly a mother or father or children in the car that
knocks him out of a world he despises,
he wonders if he will feel anything past initial impact
he wonders if the black shock will surround him with it's quiet peace,
like it did before he woke up after taking the pills
legs somehow remembering on their own to move to open the pounding door
wobbly, weak he turns the knob and nothing has changed
except everything is different... subtly 

a shadow here, a flicker there

a whisper in his head, am I dead?

Didn't I die?

He sits on the median

too afraid to try.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

this may in fact be my ego.... this is sad but I know one or two folks just like this:(

[Corset]

You must worry for them constantly. Thank you for commenting.