Nameless

To people that lost their way and hoping to find meaning and purpose to their lives

I am nothing

I feel like nothing 

Amidst the thousands screams

Neither dead nor living

Hears the helpless cry

As vast as the sky

As deep as the ocean

There were tears that no one sees

Plea that no one hears

Wound that never heals

The river is flowing

when I was hurting

The world is changing

And I was weeping

What could i possibly be?

When no one notices 

a particle of sand disappear from the sea...

What am I to the world?

One quick answer...

I am an illusion

Author's Note

These things that we call scars are very much odd. They still hurt after a long period of healing. I know that there is no market for emotions which makes them invalid for advertising but, there is comfort in words, in poetry...