Walking down the sidewalk
millions of people around
lost in my own little bubble
pulling in
drawing in
making myself small of notice.
I am not worthy
I am not allowed
to have the beauty
to have the love of life that all others carry.
Time
more time has proven me right
that I falter and fall
tears slashing my face
as I howl with pain
with rage
with despair.
As I lay here
mouth wrenched in silent scream
all who pass by
cast a cursory glance
before moving on.
Aug. 21/19
Again a very powerful poem! Pain so beautifully expressed!
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you are welcome, my dear!
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Very expressive writing. Hold out for those kind souls who will stop and care x
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A few months ago, I was walking down the street and passed this girl that was sobbing walking in the opposite direction. at first I kept walking but then I turned and asked her what was wrong. She said nothing was wrong but thanked me for asking. I think about her sometimes. Your piece reminded me of her. I hope sheβs well. Beautifully, stirring, piece youβve written. Kudos to you. β€
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We do tend to try to ignore the things and people who make us uncomfortable, don’t we? Well said! And you are worthy….just sayin’
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People can appear to be uncaring at times. Anguish so wonderfully expressed.
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