I find myself standing
on a busy, downtown street.
As the crowd bustles on,
I can only shuffle my feet.
I feel so small
surrounded by the towers.
The everyday noise
my senses, it overpowers
I know I must do what I can
to make myself heard
even if I only have energy
for just one single word.
I take a deep breath
and gather my strength
to give it some volume
and meaningful length.
I scream it from
the top of my lungs,
loud enough to shake
nearby ladder rungs.
Only no one heard me
and my final cry’
for at the same exact moment
a large truck drove by.
I know it’s no ones fault,
the timing was poor;
but I have no ability
to try once more.
So I’m destined to be
yet another lost soul
Who’s cries for help
were mistaken for lull.
I find myself standing
on an busy downtown street.
As the crowd bustles on, ‘
I can only shuffle my feet.
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