Nameless, Faceless (No More)

A poem about how we can still contribute to others even though it may be in a very small way.

Nameless, Faceless (No More)

 

I step inside the red and white

Segmented, electric,

Hydraulic machine as it enters the station.

I look around at

Everyone around me,

The strangers that come and go

As falling leaves do.

Muted whispers fall around me, soon

Washed away by lifeless music from the

Headphones snaking down to my pocket.

Then I see them.

As the frail, aged woman and the

Boy she carries in her arms

Walks up and down,

Looking for a seat.

Everybody looks at her.

Nobody cares.

Then I stand up.

“Thank you, boy!”

I may be nameless and faceless

But at least I can still make a difference.

 

Reviews

[Ashley]

Beautiful :) I love the imagery you paint. The hidden context within the poem is intriguing.

[LovexMonet]

This is really sweet and has a positive vibe to it. It truly sums up the fact that although we may be small and seemingly meaningless, we can all do something that can make a difference! Well done ^^

[Flo]

Quite sweet, positive and gives out a "cheer up and help others" vibe to me, I really liked it, good write! :)
-Flo

A very sweet, positive poem. Yes, you've summed it up: even the smallest deed can make quite the change.