He’s right before their eyes
Still he remains unseen,
As though he’s an extra
In someone else’s dream.
His frantic pleas for help,
They seem to go unheard.
He begs them to listen,
But they pass without word.
He longs for only love,
Desires just affection,
One who will embrace his
Every imperfection.
Instead he walks alone
Through shadowy places,
Adrift upon this vast
Sea of nameless faces.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8w8191
Lost on the road to oblivion,
Can’t see where I’m going,
Don’t know where I’ve been.
Stumbling through the fog blind,
Reluctant to reach out,
Scared of what I’ll find.
Paralyzed by my own fear,
By myself in the dark,
How’d I even get here?
We shout, speak, whisper in their ears,
But the multitude never hears.
We’re surrounded by countless,
But engulfed by lonesomeness.
Stricken with overpopulation,
Still we take on life in teams of one.
Photo subject is a piece from my collection of “Soulcards”, created by artist Deborah Koff-Chapin.
Shadows gobble up the light.
I can’t find my way back home.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Lost in the forest I roam.
I can’t find my way back home.
Panic rises in my chest.
Lost in the forest I roam,
Cursing this ill-fated quest.
Panic rises in my chest.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Cursing this ill-fated quest,
Shadows gobble up the light.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8xl9pi
Locked in a prison with no file,
An agoraphobic exile
Misplaced in a world that’s a stage.
I rattle the bars of my cage.
A leper locked away alone,
Becoming feral on my own.
With tears of frustration and rage,
I rattle the bars of my cage.
I write to reclaim sanity,
What’s left of it inside of me.
Words scream silent upon the page.
I rattle the bars of my cage.
Photography: http://fav.me/d8xlc00
Carrie Mayhem 