18 February 2013
Look at me: am I worthless? Am I just some joke to you? Do you find me funny? Yet mirthless The laughter burns, chokes into Spiteful words, or none at all. Am I so plain as the common wall That you can walk past me, Though my heart were screaming, crying, And all my life I cast free, Not thinking but dreaming of dying?
It's not my problem, you'd say, And forget me as you go on your way, Judged by no one, not a soul, For by then I would have gone cold.
And all I've worked for, dust, So killed for want of care. But who to blame? Who broke the trust? Who did not help, or even stop to stare?
Is it you? Did you kill me? Did your heart take a holiday? It's your choice, but we'll see If any will, in wisdom or folly, pray.
Grave Words • Opuss № I