Left Out With The Waste Poem by Autumn Christina Adair

As I sink deeper into this dreary abyss
I let my clouded mind roam free once again
And as it wildly runs through philosophy,
I stand back, I watch it live and discover

Although I can see what is happening outside
Everyone else seems to be oblivious, or just blind
Would they even know the difference?
Why do I feel like they care when I know they don’t?

They haven’t stood below the stars and wished with all they’re might
That someone they were missing would come home again that night
If the world learns how to forget the ones they love
Then I will gladly stand out among yesterday’s waste

With pride be left behind with those left to be true
Life will knock them down, and they’ll knock on the devils door
Looking for an escape, for a moment that will ease the pain
He will grant that wish - but just for a second

And while I and the others conquer our fears
They will look up to us, through they’re glassy gaze
Beg us for forgiveness and for a map to they’re maze
And strength shall be empowered unto them