Acrylic on wood
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
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I am just a nothing
Unwanted
Unwarranted
Unloved
If I fell in the forest
The leaves and roots
Would reclaim me
Before anyone noticed
I am nobody
To come home to
To hug
To smile at
To look forward to
I am awash in
Anonymity
And disconnect
Few distant
Relationships
Nothing close
No one close
At my side
Sitting next to me
Across the table
Alongside the
Sidewalk
The Aloneness
Of months and years,
Knowing my future
Months and years
Will be more of the same.
She stood invisible
In heavy traffic
No one noticed
She had stepped
In the road
Or cared
That she did
She was nobody
A nobody
Insignificant
Of No importance
To any one
But her self
And then
She stopped
Caring
About herself.
The nobody
Had no one
And they call it life
Even when it is filled to the brim
With pain
Radiating
Exploding
Unceasing
Bringing her to her knees
Unnamed
From places and
Circumstances unknown
She was consumed
By the pain...
...
...
...
And she
In her extreme Aloneness
And agonizing pain
Wrote this...
Maybe someone will hear
And know she is there
And can understand
How deeply she suffers
In her silence
In her dark
Little corner...
...
No one looks for her
No one misses her
No one hugs her
No one wants to be by her
No one tells her
I miss you
I love you
I'm happy to see you...
She is very sad
Nobody is very very sad
😔
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