One day you will watch, looking on without care.
I will collapse in the absence of power and air.
The transformation will take place in an instant, or am I already there?
Family, friends, cameras flashing to see how I fair.
Just a doll made of rags with no shape, or form, or thought.
Once my momentum has gone the illusion has dropped
With mouths wide agape and minds come to a stop
All pointlessly now conjecture on my lot
“No explanation” “no reason nor rhyme”
Someone says “You better just leave it”
While I sit motionless for all time.
The crowd now bored, with nothing keeping them on the line,
all just disperse, hurriedly stepping over me, grounded and supine.
So many times people gossip and watch as so-called friends fall right off the “deep end”. Then when things are just too hard to deal with they walk away. If you see someone struggling, be a friend, not a jeering onlooker.
K. B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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