Invisible Lives
Help me—
I’m losing my hold,
and so is the life I carry.
This plea isn’t empty,
this struggle isn’t obscured.
But you walk on by,
each face a silhouette,
each footfall loud as my moans.
I’m submerged in a wave
that cannot bear my weight.
Please,
just one hand,
before I fade entirely.
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