I am unseen, in this vast world I dwell

No one really notices I am here, as well

Walking around, with their heads in the air

Passersby never seeing, nor do they care

Making their way, to wherever they must

Leaving me here, with no hope, nor trust

That the human race will eventually awaken

Realizing, the path, so many have taken

Filled with self-doubts, a heart of defeat

No shelter from the cold, life on the street

No matter the weather, no matter the time

We remain unseen, a punishment, for no crime

 

February Writing Prompts – The order of things unseen – Day 18/28

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