You Walk Through Me
Without knowing me, seeing me, we shall meet again.

Please don’t look away, nor should you stop, wince and stare.
I will condemn you not, I am ambivalent, though little you may care.
I am the obstacle, the unseen, whose voice screams unheard,
My dreams are long dead and by society’s pleasantries interred.
My creaking bones remind me that I could once jump and play.
In those innocent, unbridled years hope overfilled my day.
My view was once bright, laughing, my thoughts tumbling and robust,
Now it has grown coldly dim, as I scrabble for an unwanted crust.
I see your strut fade in the gloom and cast off your duplicity as you lie.
No need to fear, my eyes weep not, my soul lacks the fortitude to cry.
I see you no more, though I sense the distant, cruel clatter of your heels.
My hope-filled heart, by your freezing glance, still withers and congeals.
Yet, know that within my gloom-riddled soul, there still sleeps a spark,
And with the mornings sun, it shall rise to float on the love song of the lark
Because as each sunrise births a crumb of glistening, effervescent hope,
So too, I for that splintered wonder, in the alleys, I proudly grope.
So pass me not in pity, keep your glare of infectious, putrid disdain
For my vision sleeps in your guilty mind, where we shall meet again.

Step outside the safety of your mind and offer a moment of kindness.
Thank you for reading.





