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The Neglected


 

There he sat amongst strangers

All in wait for a piece of cake

Not a soul knew who he is

No one cared how old he turned the day

The ones that knew were far enough

Only to witness through a medium

Did it matter

Does it amount to anything

Fear gripping my insides

I see, I watch, I notice.

Helpless at times

Useless mostly

It eats away my internals

The knowledge of what could be

Of the day when it should happen

Accountless and alone.

For inevitable it is.

 

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