Some days this town made him feel
small. As if he’d lost himself.
Other times, he felt both dead and alive.
So he boarded a bus for anywhere else.
And with each departure,
he swore it would be his last.
Written for Poetic Bloomings “Going Solo”. Image from WikiArt (Public Domain) by Jan Toorup 1858, The Vagabonds. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Note: I found this image just fascinating, and decided to use it even though it’s not reflective of the poem.