They saw me.
I know they did
Because I saw them
As they averted their gaze
And slowly, deliberately
Walked away.
They turned and left me;
Bloodied, bruised,
Slowly dying
In some forgotten alley.
I cried, I moaned for help.
And I know they heard.
I know they heard by how
They would put up their hoods
To cover their ears
And raise their voices
To drown out the world.
I would crawl past their feet
Through the dirt and cold
And grab at their legs,
Begging, praying
For just a little change.
And they felt it.
I know they felt it
As they tugged and tripped,
Pretending not to notice.
And then one day,
I gave up.
I gave up and died.
And everybody knew.
I know that they knew
Because as I began to die,
I looked into their eyes,
I wailed in their ears,
I held onto them
With what little strength
That still remained.
And each and every one
Chose to leave me
In the pouring rain,
So they could return
To the comforts of
Their homes
And dry off
By the fireplace.
And I sat outside
And watched their apathy
As the sweet embrace of death
Slowly but surely
Washed over me.
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