Hallow and empty
Like the inside
Nails blunt lips cracked
My body resides---
---Alone
Counting,
Always counting the seconds, the minutes,
Hours, years, centuries,
The cracks and the corners, paint chipping off the cement walls
---still alone.
Empty stares mirror an empty room,
Pages with words on them looked upon over and over,
Forever being read but never do I fully comprehend them.
Instead I collapse into the back of some corner
In the recess of my mind--
--Alone.
Three is a crowed,
I am alone...
I hear the screams, I hear the shouts.
--did I make them up?
Am I alone or surrounded?
--Does it even matter?
Either way I am invisible.
Like a statue in a park I sit there as you walk by,
Sometimes noticing and observing,
Few rarely read the inscription of my meaning,
And yet most just idly walk by.
Blending my marbled body with the background,
Assuming the bird shit on me is natural,
(Since the shit you tell has become who I am)
---leaving me here alone...
Looking but not touching,
And is there a red rope surrounding me?
Am I real or some slab of art simply there for decoration?
Not that anyone ever looks,
Not that anyone ever notices...
And when they do it is with a critical eye,
A judgment day full of questions like whys? and Hows?
I am that pointless knick knack you observe on a rainy day when you nothing better to do,
Otherwise just glance right through me, I am transparent.
Merely there for decoration, to fill the void of an empty space when that is all you have left,
So you will not have to be like me.
