To the Unwanted

It's dark here...
Shh, I can hear them coming.
For a moment there is light
then the shadow.
"I see you,"
I guess I shall see you later then...

It's dark  here...
I wish all this noise would stop.
Lights are coming on everywhere,
Shadows and fleeting ghosts walk by.
Beep, beep
"Get out of the way!"
I'll talk to you later then...

It's dark here...
There is no noise
There is no light
There is only shadow and darkness.
No voice to acknowledge me.
Nobody to show me love, or hate.
Maybe I'll see you later.

The End

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