out with the trashA Poem by dana man who feels no self-worth explains his plightout with the trash
i am no longer paid attention when expressing myself. i am being ignored by my colleagues, even when inquiring of my role. i am being marginalized, trivialized and emotionally paralyzed.
shakespeare wrote that, “all the world’s a stage…..” my stage is in front of a cold, black backdrop, enabling the puppeteer to work the strings unseen.
i am but a marionette, dancing for an audience of empty chairs. i am but a mannequin, clothed in garb of others’ choosing. i am but an empty vessel, filled with the ghosts of human thought.
i walk the city streets cloaked in my invisibility. the tattered sheets on my bed mask my feelings and my pain. the stark façade in which I dwell hides my humanity. and also seeks to end it. anonymously.
dan © 2014 © 2015 danReviews
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