I fell
Through the crack
That appeared

The crowd
Stopped gathering
Then suddenly disappeared

No credit given
To the marginalized
To live is to know it

Becoming the inspiration
For ridicule endured
By any way word poet

Down in the depths
Of those past reflections
Are the crumbled dust of dreams

That are immune
From any hope or faith
When not even time redeems

So ink appears
In tribute to
The transparent ones

Who go unnoticed
When their contributions
Are those society shuns

No leprosy colonies
Or isolation wards
For the ones we overlook

They are already separated
By not following the  "Norm"
And by the road...
... That they took