Empty

I've noticed that people want to be heard, and to be known, but do not want to hear, or know.

While saying they want to give... they really are just takers.
Perception is colored by learned experience.
In a sea of people... I am invisible.
I am hesitant to expand on life... as it will just be taken from me in pieces.
My soul, fragmented... held together by unseen substance...the rest grasped in others hands.
I linger here... wondering why.
Choosing to wish or hope no longer...
I stagger forth as the animated corpse I have become.
Not only does it rain on the outside...
it is storming on the inside...
threatening to overflow.
You can look at my housing...
but you will never see clearly into my window.

Copyright H.Boucher 2009