Leaves of gold and yellow,
An evening sky of red;
A whisper of silver,
A renegade cloud overhead. 

Giggles from youngsters
playing down the alley are
Almost loud enough to
Extinguish my dread. 

My head is crowded
With voices fluttering
Like a gaggle of geese
Seeming to go nowhere.

Alone. That’s me.
Just a renegade cloud,
A wisp of nothing that
Never becomes something. 

© 2020 Steven Barto

Published by The Accidental Poet

I am a Christian in recovery following four decades of active addiction. I earned a B.S. in Psychology and an M.A. in Theology from Colorado Christian University. My focus is on evangelism and apologetics, and working with individuals struggling with mental health and active addiction. I believe in the power in the Name of Jesus to break every chain. Counseling must include discipleship and discipleship must include counseling.

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