Kim Morrison Poet Free verse

Nobody

I was nobody
I was never known by millions. 
I was not of influence, wealth, or power
I was just another person in the crowd.
I was a body at many different jobs
I had a few relatives and friends all over 
Some I only talked with on the phone or online.
I think some of them miss me, but I am not sure
I know what is left of my family misses me
The empty seat at the table still makes them all tear up.

I was nobody
The world did not know me
I was a face passing through the realm of time
My anonymity was both a curse and a blessing 
I did not matter to most people.
I was a just few numbers and a name
on cards and things in my wallet
I was of little to no value to most people
I was just one of many who died of a deadly virus 
Now I am a number in a death count that still climbs

I was nobody 
Yet a stranger held my hand knowing my light was extinguishing
A trembling hand that had clearly held too many hands like mine
with a pair of teary exhausted eyes ravaged by this unrelenting insanity 
The stranger gave me hope because after all the pain and suffering they endured they were able to find a few more tears within them for a nobody
The stranger understood that I was not just another face or number 
They realized that this nobody was someone to somebody somewhere.

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Gary Radice July 14, 2022 at 8:57 AM I'm trying to work out why your poem has not had any comments so far Kim. I read it a few times. I found it fascinating. This nobody can certainly write free verse that's for sure. Am I right in thinking the last verse may have religious overtones? Cheers - Gary Kim Morrison July 14, 2022 at 9:36 AM I do not know why no comments on this one Gary because the thoughts of people are always interesting and poets tend to land on things others miss. I am not a religious man, but I would argue that I am a spiritual man, so there are overtones there. The word "hope" is important because even at death my character in this wants to believe there is a chance for humanity even though he or she may not be around to see it.