Time has passed since you passed
Days, perhaps a week or more.
I wanted to write about you,
But you weren't important.
I didn't know you, I will never know you
But you died on my doorstep.
Invisible in Life, Invisible in Death,
The world around you continued, without a pause.
Perhaps it was minutes, or more likely hours
before a mutual friend stopped to help you.
Too late. Like this Obituary,
For life had left your eyes, your body, your invisible life.
People walking,
Rickshaws spinning,
Dogs sniffing.
Perhaps a glance, but you were nothing in life,
Why then should you be noticed in death?
Perhaps I saw you, stabbing your skin with the syringe,
Escaping your reality, your body for one final time.
But I would have glanced, perhaps pitied and then forgot.
You were one of too many.
Will anyone miss you?
Will anyone notice you have gone?
A few thoughts to wonder Who you were.
A few thoughts to wonder who you could have been?
I wonder what your childhood dreams were?
Was there a time you belonged somewhere?
With a mother or a father, a lover or a child?
Where did the short journey of life take you?
An anonymous death, killed by survival.
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