On my own

Walking slowly and confidently down the streets,
Street lights blazing beams at me.
I whisper to myself:
Talking to my inner atom
Spitting, “I cherish you” to my flesh.
Just to parturiate myself a flash;
A beam across my tiny face:
A route to build inner peace.

On my own,
Stalking myself;
Locking away what I do not possess:
A lass .
I just had a loss
Now I have to pause.
I have to bring my wheels to a halt and peck my skull.
I post my ears to my conscience.

Poking myself with me,
Locking my lips ,
No other slides to cling to them.
They evanesced.
Right now I will touch myself,
Laughing on my own.
Am I here to stay?
I know not.

Pecking the tarred road;
A walk with myself.
On my own.
Who am I?
Maybe I am a hunter.
Maybe I am just me.
I can’t fetch trouble.
I am not sure.
I am just on my own.