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 … Continue reading The inescapable Reality – National Poetry Month – Day 6