Help! 
I can't say why. 
Rather, don't know how 
My voice is filled with the untold 
But my silence, carries a weight to behold. 

Can you see it? 
The burden on my luggage? 
Can you feel it? 
The shaking of my spirit? 
Can you taste it? 
The tanginess of bleeding nonstop? 
Can you savour the scent? 
Of future decay? 

Can you read this? 

I am dying 
And no one cared enough 
To believe that I am. 
I am reaching out, 
But no one is looking 
To pick me up. 

I am here, 
But no one knows 
And here I wait.

Published 28th January 2017
Dup