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Fixture
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Soul Poetry
In the mass confusion of daily life-
those ways that make it seem
like every wall is closing in and
around you, and you have no
foothold on the ledge
upon which you stand,
it is often lonesome,
feeling so isolated, when surrounded
by others.
You see them, hear them, sense
their presence, yet encompassed in
your void, there is no one.
No one that even notices you crying,
or the fact that
you are even capable
of feeling the hurt they hurl,
directly
towards your heart.
Its like being a useless fixture-
everyone sees it,
but no one knows
why its there.
Its just...there,
-rarely considered and in the way.
