I feel like an Afterthought
A fleeting wisp of smoke
Waved away by your hand
Dismissed as just a passing whiff
of annoyance on the evening breeze
I feel like a small pebble
Stuck on the inside of your shoe
Tread on me lightly
Or dump me out
and toss me to the side
I feel like an old and toothless dog
Begging for a kind hand
or a scrap of food
Always with my tail wagging
I feel like a ghost
Shifting tween here and Nevermore
If you listen carefully
You can hear my mournful moans
Echoing from the bottom of my heart
But your ears listen elsewhere
Who needs a mouth to scream?
When your soul cries, who can hear?
When the sadness drowns out the light
And my demons carry me off to Purgatory once again