absquatulate [𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂]

4.Unnoticed existence

My pride was gone and the head was hung low,
I was tired of walking so the steps were slow.
The road is dark and I have no idea where it leads to,
It's midnight so the skies are dark blue.
The chilly winds blowing make me shiver,
The thought of this long journey makes me quiver.

What do I want in future?
This silence is what I want right now,
It gives me peace,
And makes me feel at ease.

That world doesn't know me,
At times it's hard to believe,
That ' this ' is actually me,
someone who people can mearly see.

I know I should keep walking,
I know this break is quite long,
But I want people to notice my mere existence.