The humble mumble is not heard
The humble mumble is experienced
The heat is not felt
The heat,
Is experienced
I cannot describe such a feeling
Nameless,
The empty hole of a name
Walking, sitting, and speaking
It terrifies me
A crowd becomes a pit
And that pit swallows me
As I too succumb
To another's disregard
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
The humble mumble is not heard
The humble mumble is experienced
The heat is not felt
The heat,
Is experienced
I cannot describe such a feeling
Nameless,
The empty hole of a name
Walking, sitting, and speaking
It terrifies me
A crowd becomes a pit
And that pit swallows me
As I too succumb
To another's disregard
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