i bumble through the confusion
lost among the faces
that stare past me
"yes, i am here"
but they don't care
i am but another burden
society outcast
certainly not worthy
"yes, i am here"
but they don't care
i lay silently still
arms folded on my chest
confused by the tears
"yes, i am here"
now you choose to care
i bumble through the confusion
lost in the darkness
of eternal fears
"yes, i am here"
no need to care
Now
YOU ARE READING
contrived
Poetrysometimes life is contrived. My thoughts and observations on aging.