Irrelevant, the seen yet not seen,
existing among the world unknown,
the fragments of society forgotten.
Behind their eyes are aspects,
which enlighten, hidden wisdom
and bright passions
careening towards
nothing.
Laboring through life unheard,
but not unspoken,
the voiceless cry of a stiff wind
and fleeting echo
lingering but a moment…
Then swallowed by time overcome,
engulfed by the whims of solitude.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Copyright © 2004, 2019
Written in 2004, Later appeared in "Facets" 2019
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