On the floor they stand around my body
some not even sure that it was me
the hair styled the same
the clothes I put on before everyone came
So why cant they identify me
people standing around asking if that's she
am I that unrecognizable
isnt there anyone here thats capable
Help! Is anybody there
can you find someone who cares
I know Im not dead so why is everyone ignoring me
wait... why is everyone leaving me
I know Im not sleeping
so how could this be
'it's to bad' they said
as they all turned their heads
For no one cared to wake me
since they had all left me be
was this some kind of sick dream
and yet not everything is what it seems
You see, I am here alone
and this is what I've shown
a glimpse a foretaste of reality
because no one sees the real me
Michelle, vivid scene development and an interesting atmosphere... creative and distinct. Well done! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopefully, better times have been found. I recognize this rut as I have dug myself out of similar. -some random guy