Shadows Of Decay Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Throughout the day people appear and talk to me, then vanish before my eyes, each taking my advice then disappearing again, only to not take my advice in the first place, as if my vocal cords are vibrating just to please themselfves, Why ask if you don't want it in the first place, it knocks me down and punches me in the face, when i see it happening, yet can't do anything, just sit, hope, and wish for the best, yet pain is always on the other end, out of sync, out of mind, and out of time.