Indescribable
I can only feel this cold sensation brush against my feet
The warmth crispen my fingertips
As you walk on by
The aromas that I smell around this environment
My sight
Indescribable
I feel enable
Lesser
Wasted
A reject
A project gone wrong
What are you?
What can you bring?
What can I do?
My hands clasp sharply around my cane
Guiding me
Through this treacle
Do people laugh at me?
Look at me?
Point
Examine
Judge
I wouldn't blame if they did - I would do the same - If I was in their shoes
I am parade of failure
And nothing more
Incomprehensible
It fathoms the mind
Can't translate
Look through me
Can you see me
I am even here
Do I even exist to you
I wonder
Copyright © Martyn King | Year Posted 2024
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