1 A Black Dawn

The cold wind of December blew his breathe.

As dusk began to fade, submerge the sun into darkness, lay a man in the corner on Madison Street. His wrinkled eyes are now tired, seeing nothing but the blur souls walked by and spat on him. An old dirty black man.

The days went by on the old man's feet, he kept walking, towards nowhere. Through the rains of summer and its fiery heat, till the cold lonely days of winter came. His legs bent down every hour, and the poor man's hands started trembling, from bitter and old age. Until his body is no more than just a moving skeleton.

The old folk eyes gone deep with time, every step on the long exhausting journey, he saw development of the new society crushing his people, crumbling, mourning, and grieving, he saw the pain in a prostitute's heart, all the tears that dropped in the dark corner, all the hidden feelings could not be told, and he saw himself, a negro.

A forgotten negro in the modern world, a negro had been casted out by his very own nation, a negro, who is nothing but some useless junk...

O lost! For greed and selfish they went into extinction, of all the miracles came into this world of men, how many stayed?

What are you seeking old man? A nice meal, or a good heart, or simply just the long peaceful rest at the end of this wandering...

As the last sight of day is now lost among the existence of starlight, and beauty came in the screaming of night fall, the man slowly headed towards a narrow little street. Took some heavy breaths, he sat down, lean his back on the sloppy wall behind. From inside the tiny rag, he picked out every last coin, not enough to ask for half a bread in the garbage bin of a small restaurant across that street in front of him. It was right there, but never seemed so close.

He breathed heavily.

With every last strength the man had left, he turned his eyes above the sky, where the stars and snows quietly touched his skin, melted, freezing as if an iceberg from a polar night pushing him down, far away from the waves and the fading lights up there.

Again, he breathed, as the bitterly cold wind passed through him, and never see him again. The man closed his eyes, let the tears dropped down on a falling generation. He went to sleep, and never woke up again...

"O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again"