I can still see you standing there
An apparition
That may or may not
Be real.
A phantom
A whisper
A shadow
A memory.
That little pale boy
With hair as black as coal
That boy with eyes
Like a deer's in my headlights.
That boy who wandered
From street to street
That lost soul
Poor, lost soul.
With mounds of
Conflicted feelings
Weighing you down.
I knew
That one day
You wouldn't be able
To carry it all anymore.
Your thins bones
Would crack under pressure
You would close your eyes
Those scared, lost, deer eyes
With sleeplessness circles
Like the mask of a racoon,
And you would never open them again.
You would sink into the pavement
And cry your little heart out
You would scream
As crowds of those
Who wouldn't notice an elephant in their living rooms,
Trample you
Like a relic
LIke you're not even there.
You were so quiet
And you tried so hard to hide yourself
From the world
From that crowd
No one is really sure
Whether you ever existed or not.
Whether you're dead
Or whether you were never alive
To begin with.