Has the world forgotten about you?
I’m somewhere-
Caught between famous footwear,
And aching feet from moral footsteps,
Journeying the gap to find you.
My pace is measured-
By the span of windows,
Mannequins a mockery of colorful life,
Markings of a bargain beyond desire.
Is your agony unnoticed?
Can this money-
Paint your ashen skin with vitality,
Conceal the sinful twisting of your body,
Decorate your wasting face with survival?