A Soul Alone. By Michael A. Dunham Falling faceless in the cracks of society Lacking finance, fame and notoriety She walks past everyone disregarded Thoughtlessly by everyone discarded She talks alone in mindless babble Her mind now a disorganized rabble She gets noticed briefly by some A twinge of compassion, then just numb Numb now is her own emotion An island alone in the city's ocean People like ships pass her unseen Anti-social walls where paths have been "See me! See me!" her silent scream Have you ever thought of what she's seen? She is not as stoic as she seems What became of her hopes and dreams? She survives by ignoring reality She can't be ignorant of the travesty Something moves her ever on Every day she lives is a battle won. A 50 year old veteran of domestic war Who sleep outside of closed doors A heap of rags, foul and dirty Hasn't had a home since her late thirties. She can't ignore the deeper pain As she plod on through the rain She dies daily but is not yet dead What thoughts do you think fill her head? Her husband died first of all Her son died upholding the law So cancer took her love so pure Criminals shot holes in her future. So now she live without resources How many others are living corpses? We take for granted what she lacks Maybe we should cut her some slack
Damn that was good. I feel like that all the time. I'm in a world amongst people with talent and I'm the only one without it.
