Lost
Sitting still and watching as world flows by in a buzzing light
Am I noticed?
Engines and sirens wiz by with noise that pierces and echoes, drunks crawl streets in a
haze of smoke,
Am I noticed?
My childhood lost and adulthood yet to be gained
Am I noticed?
I wake and I sleep, I eat and I do, I love and I care but never do I cry,
Am I noticed?
For in this world the devil reins free, ripping the souls of the innocent and feeding them
to the weak
Am I noticed?
For in this life we all lead paths, to laugh to learn to inspire
What inspiration do I offer; I hold their hands and feed them full
I mop, I work and oh so I ache
Am I noticed?
Still sitting and watching in a world of self hate, unfulfilled and unaccomplished
Am I noticed?
I see the child across the street, being dragged behind the demon that is bellowing in his
ear, his face contorted with fear and pain, but concealed for only the pain ridden to see.
She slaps his face with aggression and hate, his small body flies grazed by the ground but
he does not cry,
He is my inspiration, the strong, the powerful, the overcoming of the battle and then I
stop overpowered as I put my hand towards the devil encrusted figure and scream
Is he noticed?
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