My empty words fly on paper wings
by Michele Campbell
into the endless realm of disregard.
No one bothers, they pass quickly by,
as everything burns down around them
but they dont notice, they dont care.
Ashes fall from the sky
to swirl around oblivious feet
and yet they see nothing, know nothing,
I shout, I must be heard
but their ears are deaf to my voice.
And my purpose withers, turned black
And I cry, as one by one
they fall into nothingness,
a fitting demise for those
whose ears are closed
to such simple words.