I Wait

Doesn’t it feel strange
To be surrounded by those who carry no substance, no depth within their souls?
They walk around with an empty shell of a body.

One they poison, one they forlorn in spite of themselves.

Living amongst them, I feel the tug and pull of their energy, their hopes and desires.
I feel the urges that burn somberly from the billows of their souls.

I feel the cries they keep buried inside just waiting for someone to answer their call for help.

They wait in unconscious silence to be awakened to the life they are numb to.
I wait for them to join me..