My Poems/Ramblings

Silence

Alone. I sit here, contemplating my existence, alone. People, characters playing their parts, and they play them well. They pass me by, without a whisper to tell. I try to reach out to them, and they disappear before my very eyes. They are just illusions of my mind. They whisper sweet nothings into the ears of the vulnerable, who succumb to their every whim. I watch them pass by. They don't notice me, but I notice them. They trek around the world, never being seen. They hold out their hands to those in need, only to pull it away, as soon as they let go of the ledge they were barely holding onto in the first place. Beasts. They are nothing more than shallow beasts, breathing their hot sticky breath onto the willing.