Unwanted Poem by C.F. Wilkins

I'm the one you pass on the street
and pretend you do not see.
I'm the one you choose not to meet
while clutching your silent key.

I'm the voice that shouts the pleas
that you refuse to hear,
as you live a life of ease
and turn to me a deaf ear.

I'm the one you'll leave to cry...
the one you'll choose not to save.
I'm the one you'll leave to die
and bury in a forgotten grave.

No value placed on what I say...
just a face in some place-
a grain of sand blown away...
just a number easy to erase.

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'The Lord will be a refuge for
the oppressed, a refuge in
times of trouble.' Psalm 9: 9

'For the needy shall not
alway be forgotten: the
expectation of the poor shall
not perish forever.' Psalm 9: 18
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