I stand there
Alone
Frightened
I cry
I watch
Everyone pass me
I'm sorry
I can't deny
No one
Out there
Can help me now
As each day
Flies by
Cuz just last year
I faced my fear
And I'm sad
To say that
I died
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
