Creep

Outcast, undesirable, contemptible, creep. Mantra of a man spurned by humanity. Shadow in the night of darkest mist. Watching, waiting, to ply needed intent. Long is lost the desire to interact. A missing puzzle piece, a void. Seen but unseen, a dour color of drab. A whisper in the voice of the crowd. Steal what is needed no remorse held. Hunger and thirst fill the empty pocket. Kick of a mongrel dog in passing. Scratch of a knife through new car paint. Cold glare, sneer devoid of teeth. Extended grime covered hand in false beseech. Covered in rags, the stench of dark alley. Scavenger, beggar, thief, way of life. Man floats as dust on shifting wind. Motes drift to top, by chance or choice. Some find balance a median richly filled. Yet others lowly settle, there ever to creep. Robert Gene Stoner Jr © 11/17/16