Ever feel lost?

As if no one sees you

And no one believes you

When the words leave you?

Ever feel afraid

While chasing tears

With mighty spears

To slice the years?

…Why don’t they cut?

Ever feel dreamless, lifeless, thoughtless, and helpless?

Poured guilt in a room of heightened distress?

I feel this way

In the midst of the crowd

Where everyone stares

At the edge of the ground.

It’s the end of the highway,

The cease of all sound.

Amidst their chatter, I don’t matter—

An excess tossed from perfect batter.

Ever feel?