Alone.
The cars drive on by.
Not noticing a thing.
Quietly the street dies down.
Nothing but her.
Alone.
She sit's.
Staring down the path.
A path with a sudden turn.
Still.
Not a movement to be noticed.
Not a twitch to be seen.
A passer by swiftly moves.
Just missing her as she rushes past.
A bare glance.
It is all she has time to give to an unsignificant being.
Abandoned on the side of the path.
She sit's.
Not saying a word
But thinking many thoughts.
Still.
As if the frost held her in place.
For the morning sun had not reached her yet.
Many moments later.
The passer by looks back.
Yet she still has not moved.
Not even an inch.
Trapped.
She sit's.
Eyes fixed on the distance.
Almost as though she's in a trance.
Still.
She can't speak out about how she feels.
She can't truely show her emotions.
Her heart stops slightly as the on go-er looks down upon her as she walks by.
Unsure of who and what it is.
But still looking ahead.
Not moving.
Unable to speak.
Also unable to move.
Or can she?
For all that she does in life is eat and sleep.
For once she just sits still.
It may be just because she can.
It may be just because she doesn't know what else to do.
She is just lost.
Not knowing where to go and what to do.
When she has felt that she can do all that she has already done.
She doesn't move.
She doesn't blink.
Sometimes on my lonely days.
Sometimes on my quiet days.
Sometimes on my sadened days.
Sometimes I feel as though I am her...
Just a kitten.
Just a little kitten - cast aside.
In a lonely street on a foggy morning.
Unsure of what to do next.
Unsure of who I am.
Unsure of where to be.
Unsure of what's ahead.
Unsure of what is behind me.
Unsure of where to go.
Unable to speak whats on my mind.
Still.
Trapped.
Frozen.
Alone.