The pebble

You are the pebble

That makes no ripple

When it strikes the water

Your presence causes no effect

No sadness, no laughter



I see you in a thousand shadows

Still as absent as you ever were

A figment of imagination

Nothing more than solid emotion



To get attention these days

We must carve our arms away

Or scream until we’re coughing blood

Or die from dehydration because we’ve cried too much



No one offers help

Unless it is screamed

It is not given

When asked politely



I am the pebble

That makes no ripple

When I strike the water

My presence creates no effect

Not hate nor happiness either



I move within a thousand shadows

I’m still as absent as I ever was

I’m a figment of my own imagination

I’m nothing more than moving emotion

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