Used
Trapped under a collage of forgotten subterfuge
Forgotten and mangled by the tyrants of society
Religion plastered upon the halls of the mind
Homeless clasping to shanties of card board remains
You passed me today
Your eyes barely graced my presence
Do you not remember me?
Am I so different?
Does my lack there of ,cause your ignorance of my presence?
My spark still lives here I feel it
Do you see it live within the tattered walls of my soul?
Haunting me like a memory of a loved one who has passed
Who can no longer be touched or embraced over the great divide.
I feel the hot tears of anger roll down my soiled cheeks
I feel my entrails being pulled out of my body from the feelings that well deep inside me.
Forgotten I am. I have no more to give.
When all was spent they all were gone.
No more friends to visit and see me
Now they walk past me as if I cease to exist.
Clutching on to the gifts given by some other.
My soul cries out I'm here.....
But their ears hear me not
I have nothing they want. So I am useless to them.
They only hear that which they want, they only see that which is pleasing, only do that which is easy.
Societies cross is the one of privilege.
They do not dare to suffer so they drain the livelihood of others so they do not feel the pain.
I stand and shake off my rags and smile
I have learned my lesson
I have seen you with eyes that before today have not seen.
I have heard your words of silence
They fell not on deaf ears.
I have much to give ....
Starting with the giving of boundaries and limitations.
I have much to give yes.......
To me.
By Myself 8-07-06
Copyright protected 2006. Do not reproduce or use without the
written concent of the author.
