And today
I am nobody.
Nothing stirs by my hand
no one moves at my voice,
my freedom is absolute.
One lonely soul sitting
at a too-bright computer screen
poking at keys on a shadowy keyboard
is of little real or imagined consequence,
especially now.
I sit in a dark corner of a
room filled with a lot of
empty
space
and some junk
a laptop
and no personality or soul
reaches back out to me.
Nothing else draws breath or
thinks about the bitterness of these defeats
and the biggest failure one could have prescribed.
Nothing else.
I am nobody.
Andy Veilleux 