everybody is m o v i n g o n with their lives

                   up

               g

            n

          i 

       w

     o

   r

g



and i am just 







stuck 







here, pounding on the window, 

screaming 

            “wait for me”, 

            and nobody hears.

with my fists bloody and shards of glass 

            entwined in my veins, i 

            (in vain) 

take off running in hopes of 

catching up or catching on to 

what it is that 

            they are doing 

                    or i am not 

that is causing me to be left behind but, 

out of breath, i stumble and fall. 





And Everybody Hears. 

And Everybody Knows. 

And Nobody Turns Around. 





each 

     cold, 

            uncaring             

                   step forward means 

another tear they ignore. 

another tear that falls 

on the ground 

surrounding me, 

unable to move. 

            P a r a l y z e d w i t h d e s o l a t i o n. 

and 

           drowning 

  in the sea of sorrow that 

nobody is concerned over 

but is leaving me 

                                soulless.

08-07-02 11:21am

how do you do it? i love the colors and pictures by the way.

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