Afterthought

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