Unknown

a nameless being,

wandering this godforsaken world—

trying to understand what he truly is,

lost in a land far too vast,

far too indifferent.

cruel it is, to suffer like this,

yet he learns the bitter truth:

he is not needed—

only convenient

when the moment demands his presence.

to find a place in this world,

to grasp his purpose,

he continues to live

even when no one bothers

to look his way.

a nameless being,

slipping into spaces he shouldn’t fit,

forgotten by many,

buried somewhere in the past—

a memory left unclaimed.

he was loved once,

and now is tossed aside,

handled like filth

meant simply to be thrown away.

where will he find his footing?

when will he be seen?

for he has been here

far longer than anyone remembers—

waiting to be noticed,

waiting to be recognized,

waiting, and waiting,

for a moment that never comes.

for he is forgotten,

left to rot,

left to suffer,

left to live—

and yet he is still here.

still enduring,

still aching,

still wanting to be seen

in this godforsaken place.

when will that come?