I’ve been writing all this time

I’ve been writing all this time

Secret poems of my pain

Shared with no one

 

For who would listen if I did share

 

We the forgotten

Lost in the press of the masses

All bemoaning their own state

Or rebuking those who do not stoically wait

 

I’ve been writing all this time

To an audience of me

Lost and lonely and afraid

Hidden pain

 

 

Copyright May 2020