The Lonely Walker

It was a beautiful day with white fluffy clouds
floating in a deep blue sky full of breezes,
but the walker knew nothing of this, his head
slumped down, chin to chest, a jaundiced eye
watching the railroad ties so as not to stumble.
He'd been walking for god knows how long,
day and night, night and day, feeling crummy
and hungry, always hungry, with no sleep and
no need for sleep, manic but with no energy.
It was not a healthy lifestyle despite all of the
miles he'd logged with his unnatural stamina.
The crows eyed him warily from the dead wires,
wanting carrion and wondering how he carried on.
He was the saddest thing imaginable, a man driven
by passions with no possibility of stillness or satiety,
a lonely walker on the tracks under a lovely sky.


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