Seepers Sorrow

Naked to endless strangers
a stark procession
I know not the etiquette
for my position

yet so close I come
to feeling as expected
it is nothing to shake the hands
of sorrows guests
feigning connections soon to fade

It's all supposed to mean something?

later
the creator
burns in my rage
drowns in my tears
grudging him even that

still I feel nothing?

I only know the pain of youth
of innocence
of a crying child
that knows not why
without good cause
we all must die