Orange Slices

Walking aimlessly,

This town appears broken

The faces I see,

Blurred in shame much like my own

This pain is no one's burden, but an angry vice

A no-name man, no purpose

I'm not well but I think you know that,

Do you see, or have you lost your mind?

I've become nothing but another blur,

A pixel in this town

I search for purpose and reason,

But no one hears me out

Orange slices to my head,

Scatter my thoughts in front of me

Blend them up and hope for the best

Maybe I'll survive but I know you won't

(A take on Richard Chase)