A speck of dust

I'm lost, I'm hungry, I have no where to go

I'm alone, depressed, the world doesn't feel like a home

But who cares, who's there?

Who sees my hungry stare?

Who sees the tears as they pour down in my despair?

I'm unemployed, broke, homeless and broken

I'm degraded, disgraced and judged by words unspoken

I've arrived at a point where I see the ghosts in the shadows

And when I look at the dust, I see bones, all broken and hallow

All I am to you are words, thoughts and ideas

But you won't even listen, you see, to you, I'm not even there

I cling to falling curtains, as they draw close my life

Trying to find a memory, of a time things were alright

Trying to take a breath, that maybe someone would remember

But what do you care, I'm just the winter in December

And I'll pass on unknown, uncared for and un-thought of

No one would even notice, I leave nothing to be in want of

My words would remain unread, my thoughts unheard

And yet I have friends, some would dare say I have loved ones...

None ever really knew me nor the lives, I lived

The woes I bled, the troubles I breed

I was just a face, a speck of dust on the sand

I was heard when I was born, but I go silent on my death bed

The silence was my life, the words I said unheard

I came loved and wanted

I leave unloved, unneeded

Unheard, unknown....just a speck of dust on the sand