ALIENS

A different face, a different race?
We think they're really far away.
Stuck in their more complex lies;
General matter, great surprise.

But they exist closer than we think,
Washing faces in a bathroom sink.
Or crawling into bed on afternoons,
Sobbing to their Mills and Boons.

Wishing for a teleport of some type,
To rewind what went by unrecognised.
Searching recharges for soul and mind,
Callous collapsing and leaving behind.

The awkward fear of saying good day,
To an unrecognised face at bay.
Pinching soft and hard on conscience skin
And thus helping in being lost within.

They're not so far away
I beg to say again.
They could be anywhere
Lost in this parade.

Remember, in this fire,
You are not alone.
You're not the only,
Waiting by a phone.

Grey skies always pamper
Broken hearts and souls.
Everyone's an alien,
Freezing in the cold.

-K.G