He staggers from shadows to bright sun.
They look away when he speaks,
Pretending
He’s not there
Tho’ he’s near enough
To repulse them.
Stubbles glistening,
Worn out eyes
Crying,
A voice, promising,
“When our own demise
Doesn’t scare us anymore,
We’ll know how to love others.”
Wisdom of a 5150,
Removed by police
So life can return
To normal.
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