No one bothers
to listen to me anymore
I am not that same person
that they use to adore.
Now they all look at me
with pity in their eyes,
embarrassed by having
to witness my demise.
It would be easier on them
if I kept to the shadows.
Then in the darkness
my thoughts I could compose,
so that when they read them
they might understand
that I had to do something
that wasn’t planned.

Nice poem. Liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Touching and emotional one actually this is the fact everyone will face one day: (
LikeLiked by 1 person