I live in a world so empty and ohh so invisible
I might walk side by side the strangers on the street
Trying too hard to gain a smile.
Why can't I have  a companion to greet?
Lightening shocks of routine cracking up the thin ice
I walk very gently to avoid falling through
as the weight of question adds stress
upon the already cracking surface.
My soul shines. As with other beings
It tries to attract others to share it's mortality with.
The failure of success of this
A foot falls through the Ice
When will the other foot lose ground?
Am I to freeze, falling into the cold waters below...?
A lost and unsound scary feeling.