free verse


There are those who walk among us
Frail, fragile…forgotten.
Who knows what thoughts consume them.
What secret wishes whisper in their ear.
Absurd it is to listen, to one who mumbles to the air.
They have no weight, no form to live by.
No sustenance to give to man.
I wish I could say they mattered.
As every soul that ever lived.
There are those who’ve wasted all their breaths.
They come, expecting more from us.
To them, I say “it’s over.
Life has come and gone.
Just because I see you, doesn’t mean you’re real.”


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