I whisper to the swirling shouting nights
When none can hear but rushing barking cars
And none can see but buzzing warehouse lights
That, empty, miss the soundly sleeping bars.
I whisper of
my faded sea-salt smiles
That none but
me gives thought to like or share.
Just hasten to
ignore forgotten files.
Make room for
grumpy cats and calls for prayer.
The tiny floating iridescent dreams
That started from a thoughtless given kiss
Are lost amid the daily squeeing memes
My words are
gnat-like fluff that none will miss.
I whisper
still but know that no one hears.
My life is
useless pain that no one fears.
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