Wandering the lonely streets in the light of day,
Seeing people walk on by,
They are so different, so far away,
Conversing amongst themselves not even noticing,
I make an attempt to be heard,
But my words fall on deaf ears,
My gestures fall on blind eyes,
I feel so lost and helpless; so alone
The situation seems so hopeless,
I reach out to touch the nearest being,
But i am stopped, restricted, left unable,
To ask for even a glass of water,
People everywhere, life racing, beating light,
I feel suffocated, choked, claustrophobic, and sick for home,
I run away to an empty clearing,
And just drown myself under the little sun that creeps through the canopy of trees,
As my sorrows engulf every cell in me,
Eventually I'll get hungry and more hungry and more hungry,
Then slowly I'll wither away into the nothingness, the cold heartless abyss,
I'll die not for the reason of lack of food and nourishment,
But for the lack of company, lack of love, lack appreciation,
And not having someone to care a damn about me or my miserable existence.
It's the same story, with little change,
Altering my course down a dangerous path,
This path has little to boast, little good,
It is a defense mechanism; a way for me to cope,
A way for me to get through life someway somehow,
So many nights I've cried to sleep,
Many more days I have just collapsed under this strain,
How I wish, hope and pray for change.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
