For Sale
A sign comes up,
signaling another abandonment,
another thing left empty,
set free from your entanglement.
A flashing light,
shows all the hurt,
all the ways you’ve left me,
apathetic and inert.
Closing eyes,
scratched skin and tear stained cheeks,
should be a call for help,
but are only a sign of the weak.
A scarred face,
wearied, a visage of disgrace,
show the strain of dysfunction,
the remains of a shattered place.
I force my eyelids back,
paralyzed with fear,
hearing, feeling, screaming,
Why doesn’t anyone hear?
