among the galaxies of words written for disposal
how do I stand out with my woes and my woos
does anybody hear me?
does anybody care?
the vortex of echoing shouts among the stars of shouts
and my voice is blinded by the ones that shine the furthest
I am but a speck, lost and unheard
life so irrelevant with the heart fiercely fighting
my relevance defined by the substances that I surround myself with
by own wits and selection
and then cast like scrap because it’s not a treasure any longer
forgotten and erased
© jacob greb .19.0430.1139
my doubt. my doubt. a bleak moment and then erased. I put a smile back on again.