Nobody

Nobody

 

Walking down a crowed street

bare and bloody toes touch the ground.

Strangers look only at Nobody’s feet

while his tears are the mortars falling down.

His tears become the rain that starts to fall

Only rags for a coat

covers him all.

But in his hand is a sack

of a nightmare

that he can never take back.

 

People walk to and fro

in their frenzied lives

too busy they leave this

chaotic world behind.

The rain slows down

to a fading beat

while a girl plays in Jefferson Park

by the street.    

 

She glances at Nobody

chasing a ball

rolling in the

autumnal fall.

Nobody looks

for the girl’s mother frantic.

Struggling in pain

and in panic.

 

He only sees the girl

standing there,

with her green eyes

and long brown hair.    

The Nobody stops

and looks around.

noticing the

strangers’ lucent frowns.

 

They keep walking to and fro

not affected by the little girl

on the go.        

She takes one step

into the busy street

not noticing the cars

and there honking beats.

 

The Nobody notices

her hearing aid.

She couldn’t hear the warning cars,

nor see the people wave.

The Nobody jumps

up onto his feet.

He wiggled up from

his stoned sleep

brushing the strangers

out of his way.

 

His dog tags clink under his shirt

as he drops the bottle

in a frantic spurt.                                  

Cars wiz past

honk,

but didn’t stop

The girl kept walking

as strangers just watched.

 

The crowd now grew

to the size of a whale.

They only stopped

while talking their tales.

No strangers ran out

into the street

to help the poor girl

and her staggering feet.

 

Nobody reached the girl

just in time.

A car went past,

then the Nobody’s mind went blind.

He could not see the girl nor the street

he could only hear strangers repeat.

 

But what he heard,

to his dismay

Was not a happy word

in any way.

“The Nobody pushed her!”

He heard the people say.

 

He staggered over to the side of the road.

Strangers pulled his coat

and chest.

He let her go    

 

Tears run down the mother’s cheek.

Strangers still mocked Nobody

kicking him on the street.                      

The girl turned around

tugging on his coat.

bending down

he heard her say,

 “Thank you for being my hero today.”

 

The little girl knew what he had done.

She looked at the strangers

and stuck out her tongue.         

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[ToxicTears]

I love love love this.....it has so much emotion and made me feel as if i were there!!!! There is one line that i think the word "is" needs to be added.......For the girl's mother frantic.....is frantic.....sounds better to me.

[Celeste Hayne]

Kelly, such a painful rendition of what life is like sometimes unfortunately.
Keep writing these true words from your heart. Celeste