They Do Not See Me At All
They Do Not See Me at All
they do not see me at all...
as I walk through these desecrated avenues
of soul-deadening frenzy
I see them all rushing past me
and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call
they do not see me at all
it seems at times, that invisible am I
for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl
they rush past me
for they do not see me at all
I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall
still they rush past me
for they do not see me at all
I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl
and yet they rush past me
for they do not see me at all
they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back
and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl
for they do not see me at all
and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces
I wish to crawl back into my nothingness
where they cannot see me at all
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