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Faceless

 

Silent tears stream down a face, only to be caught by the ground

Upon which a person kneels. Unnoticed by all who see, but cannot truly see.

 

The pieces of a life are shattered on the ground; a person kneels amidst them, trying to collect them all.

Only to find that each time they pick a piece up another fills it place.

 

Silent tears stream down a face and softly hit the ground,

Upon which a person kneels; again they go unnoticed by all who hear,

But cannot truly hear.

 

A million pieces of a life, wait impatiently, in agonizing pain, to finally be picked up

And put back together again.

Each time a person passes by they start to hope, think, and maybe even pray that today will be the day.

 

That today will be the day that someone stops to help them collect the million pieces of their life,

Shattered on the ground.

 

Each time a person passes by, a little piece of hope inside them dies.

Each time they go unnoticed, they feel a little more unloved, a little less wanted and a little less worthy.

 

Unnoticed by all who see, but cannot truly see, by all who hear, but cannot truly hear.

 

Silent tears stream down a face and softly hit the ground.

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Creative writer and amateur photographer.

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