A Quiet Place Amid Streets - a poem of street musings.

So I found a shady spot,
where the crowds were not gathered
a simple place, for a bit,
to think oer what I am.

You see, the guy in the hat
feels as battered as his lid.
Torn, Frayed, edges all exposed,
wearing away under load.

Ain't no cape on my bent back,
no fancy armor outfit,
just clothes and heavy pack
to protect this fellow now.

My superpowers walked off
Patience shattered by insults
and strength sapped by rejections
spilling out my email box.

Yes, I pick up my load slow,
speed stolen by winter's chill,
Summer failing to grant me
that old determination

You can only get back up
so many times, you see.
Before it turns to despair
ripping out your broken soul.

Before you all write me off,
know I refuse to just quit.
Though it may look like I have
tossed in my own towel.

Still got a few fights in me,
a little of my old fire
just holding it back, waiting
for the right moment or place.

Relative quiet, right now
is my way of riding out
the storms Life tosses my way
seeking some small simple sign.

The time is almost here now
for me to walk off slowly
into distances unseen,
Looking for my own Truth to tell.

I've said y piece into ears,
gave advice left unheeded,
answered enough questions now
and lifted up other's loads.

A night under the stars
perhaps that is called for now.
To think over all this crap
thyat fell on me past few years.

21June2013 - Dyfedd Rex