Lost Among the Living
To be lost among the living
never to be noticed or acknowledged
tears shed,
which no one seems to see?
cries expressed,
which no one seems to hear?
On a day-to-day basis as designed
life moves forward for most
starting with the morning and ending with the night
however,for others,it very nearly ends
with each passing breath
the next could quite possibly
be the breath to end all breaths.
Days and nights pass slowly
almost to the point of stopping
the minds' only thought,
perhaps it would be better to move on
best to leave a world
that creates only sorrow and pain
a world that never lets sunshine in
a world where being outside the norm
is generally frowned upon
never understood or accepted
most assuredly, not welcome.
To be lost among the living
is a most undesirable place to be.
Melody Coster©
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