You sit under a slim palm tree. The sun glaring down, burning. Flies zoom about you. The continuous bite of insects a distant annoyance. Eyes aching trying to take in what surrounds you. A dull throbbing preventing any clear thought. Children running about, parents smiling chasing them down. Faint voices discussing the events of the past week. Each opinning how greatly they were affected. How fortunate their homes stand.
An evil time now gone, a faint memory. Yet that memory is strong and alive within you. A luxurious home, top of the line sports car, wealthy family all gone. The christmas party where your daughter announced her engagment. Not a person heard your voice. The birth of your grandchild. Joyous, yet that child did not feel your touch. The death of your mother. Not a soul heard your kind and loving words. Reaching out to hold her husband you embrace air. Losing everything you held dear. Not a soul reaches out to help you up.
Born alone. Live alone. Die alone. The kind acts commited neglected. Mistakes made announced. Press on to your own ends. The burden alone you bare.
The world moves on about you. A single glance is cast and travel continues. Once upon a time you committed the same sins. Looking for improvment of your own worth. Struggling with great pride, laying there awaiting death's warm, subtle touch. Yet even death merely glances. Leaving you to your eternal hell. Pondering the true worth of a living being to another. The new sun breaks the clouds. It's warmth carressing your cold skin. It's light sending aches through your lifeless eyes. Another day to wander aimlessly through. The world, and humanity, caring nothing for any other. Self preserving as they see fit.