The Man

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About a troubled man and a dog just getting by in life...

Submitted: October 03, 2017

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“The Man”

 

The pressure

in his head

at times was

unbearable

like a vice

clamped around

his forehead

having it twisted

a 1/4 –turn

at a time

and when he

finally thinks

it can’t get

anymore painful

then bad timing

comes around

and takes

another pull

on the handle

and all his

soft and warm

thoughts

feel like their

dripping out

his nose and ears,

he wages

an imaginary war

against

what he sees

as very real

threats,

though

he is the

only one

who sees them,

are enemies

that are falsely

perceived

any less fearful

then those

camping on your

doorstep

not a question

he would ponder

his battles are

very real

how else could

his most guarded

protected secrets

end up stolen

and used against

him

how are they

getting inside

his head

is there a

traitor

a spy,

is one of his

most trusted thoughts

leaking out

classified information?

He would ask

for help

but who would

listen to him

and if they did

listen to him

would he believe

what they told

him,

he rolls out

a couple of

dirty blankets

a 4x6 foot

claim of space

on a sidewalk

that he’ll call

home

for the day

with a skinny dog

sitting on his

right side

helping him through

his life

of fantasy and

reality

with fantasy

by far

taking up

the most territory

in his over

analyzed

but very little

understood

world,

a small boy

gets away

from his mother

runs to the dog

and gives it

a few light pats

on the head

his unsure eyes

glancing up

at the man

for approval

the man softly

looks down

at the boy

his face

telling both boy

and dog

its ok

without speaking

a word

as mother spies

her runaway child

calling him back

to her side

the boy

gives the dog

a few

very quick strokes

before heading

for mom,

but even as

this warm moment

is washing over

him

he gets a sudden

feeling

of peril

his safety

for whatever

reason

is calling for

action,

he hurriedly

rolls up his

blankets

stuffs his gear

into a large

canvas bag

throws it over

his shoulder

as both he

and the dog

start to make

their way

down the street

the dog

trotting

five feet in front

of him

with the pride

of a lion

the man

still searching for

that unknown

something

or running from

that well seen

enemy

depending on the

day

or the battle

but he’s

never more

than

a few feet

away

from the man

he use to

be…

 

Tom Allen…09-27-2017…

 


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