Have you ever grieved someone so deeply the world stopped seeing you too?
I watch my options die under sadness
and I’m unsure that I have enough time.
I ache to travel to you through the veil
while the woke West works to weaken my mind.
The ache of knowing you’re the only one;
you left me here to exist with the herd.
None notice the pain gushing from my pores;
they just parrot the expected false words.
Without you, this pariah is lonely;
to others, my words are false and obscene.
The coldness of knowing that no one cares,
when your eyes closed, I ceased to be seen.
—H, a shadow still waiting to be named
