Anonymity

An empty willow
A man perched on a hill
Some silent rustles
It’s just the beginning

A lark flies by
Frail song in the air
A tear drop on a dying leaf
Everything’s that delicate
Is not so pretty

Thundering madness
Of city and its streets
A caverning white noise
Of dead trees by the boardwalk
Listen to his footsteps
Is he walking away

A vicious chasm
In the lap of night ocean
A thread burrow
In a child’s slow dying heart
Why does emptiness
Call my name
Why is vacuum
Conscious of my breaths

And so I shall be
Touching my face
To know anonymity
In the shadows of ambers
Pale green floss
Drifting lifeless
On a deep blue sea

But what else is left to do
When all the billboards stare at you??