I remember as a child being left in a home
for children
I felt forgotten and invisible so
I ran away and imagined a cheering squad
rooting for me …like I mattered like I was
the star of a movie
I escaped and traveled for miles
to get back to NYC
like I had a place to go
This can’t be real
Is there anyone out there
A God…A ghost
The friends or family that passed away?
There has to be more than this
The years of seeking the truth in a
world full of lies
only to get old and die
Some say I am lucky since I am still here
There are days I would beg to differ
I want to be a hero
I want to feel safe
I want to be a vigilante and
make all the bad things go away
I want to erase the pain
a world of carnivores
that search for easy prey for their next meal
they pick the meat from the bones of the
weak and vulnerable
with with a belch of wine…
Hiding behind civilized & elite masks
There has to be more than this…
Picture is so beautiful with amazing read
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Wonderfully written to include so many relevant points and perspective.
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