I am no one
Could jog with my dog
Along the river
Shivering I am standing
At the pier
I am no one
Not really here
The sun is shining
On my skin
I am no one
Winning another fight
At night
I am no one
Watching the birds land
In the river bank's sand
Waves breaking
Insides aching
Another morning
Yearning
I am no one
This is the only art
From the heart
I am no one
Still here despite the fear
I am no one
No pun intended
© 2015
To Sima, creative-wise
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