The Ignored OnesA Poem by Audrey HowittA poem about the cost of absolutionShe cries the cry of the forgotten, With desolate heart, beating quietly in a corner. Loneliness has robbed her of words. None can communicate the depth of her aloneness, So she waits. Head nestled upon a blanket Dingy with the bruised film Of an eternity compressed Into a matter of weeks on this, Her piece of pavement. I ignore her, avoiding the merest possibility That I may be like her, That I may be her. Furtive glance met by the other, Eyes lock, souls mingle through the ether of forever. A heart beats once, And it is over. I pull out my last dollar and hand it over Silently praying, “Let me never become you.” She waits, eyes drop. Aloneness descends, Blanketing my prayer into a thud as it hits gray pavement. I buy my absolution. The price, a dollar. © 2011 Audrey HowittAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 AuthorAudrey HowittAlameda, CAAboutI am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..Writing
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