A shade, a pavement, a cart, a cardboard,
a slice of any obvious nothingness
a life moved away from where it began
continuing to move in search of one
A sense of silence
to memories invading the mind
to images walking unnoticed, and
all repeating day after day
Every passing apathy faces
the same inescapable reality
silently screaming from a torn poster
Today me; who knows Tomorrow Thee
Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry
Lovely poem and picture to match
Thanks Mukul
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