Misery
People pretending that they don't see,
Divert their eyes from my misery,
I want to
talk but what could I say,
To these busy people on their day to days.
I'm not a man to them anymore,
At best a shadow cast upon a door,
My
sleepless nights of anxiety,
Inconvenience your society.
And if I scream would you bat an eye,
Could you care if I live or die,
Would you
notice if I went away,
Thrown to the mercy of the River Tay.
Contributed
By-
Gordon, Ryan Ryan.Gordon@interserveis.co.uk
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