My name was
forgotten easily
'though it was hard
to remember
what the letters meant
to someone who cared
when they stopped
noticing
this canvas
so blank
and unappealing
in a world obsessed with
colorful voices
My name was
left at the bottom
of a dusty staircase
where only
the most desperate
come
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
