Solo Hobo

Adam, a solo hobo,

Lonesomely wanders

Window to window.

 

Always he searches

Yonder and here.

Somewhere

 

Is a mirror--

Not new, not shiny--

Made of sturdy stuff.

 

Years scratch her face,

Her hardened

Exterior is warped.

 

Angles are sharpened by

Regrets.

Tragic choices,

 

Never forgotten,

Order his steps.

Mirror, mirror, wherefore

 

Are you?

Truth would set him free, but

Time is not his friend.

 

Echoes of a whistling train

Ring coldly in his head.

Where is she,

 

His mirror?

Always he will seek her

To the end of dusky eve.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

A sad tale of woe

[Kes]

I like it!
Honestly, this captured my attention from the very first line, and carried me right through to the end.
It's sad, and it's gorgeous. :)

[Larry Dyson]

love thispart"Are you?

Truth would set him free, but

Time is not his friend.



Echoes of a whistling train

Ring coldly in his head.

Where is she,



His mirror,

After whom he will chase

To the end of dusky eve?"