Notice. . .how your presence
Doesn't make a dent in any
Memory
Watch. . .how your words fall
Upon ears, that resist the air
You bring
Sense the lack of importance
Of other lives'. . . so similar to
The trash they bestowed on
The sidewalks
Feel the chill that delivers the
Blow, where your acceptance
Was never
Warranted
Taste. . .the bitter plate of
Not being an equal to any
In your circle, or the
Realm of your world
See the soul that's ached
For warmth. . .devoured by
The lack of compassion that
Was there before you
Arrived
Smell the aromas of sorrow
That engulfs the reality
You've lived. . .since the
Viewing of these truths,
The stench brings forth the
Vapors of an existence
You know would be embedded
Deep into your private hell
fin
02-02-01
