• I'm the whisper in the wind,
    the face in the painting,
    the blank in your stare.

    I am the thoughts unspoken,
    and the words that are whispered.

    I walk alone and unoticed,
    never seen but always there.

    I cry in the rain,
    where no one can see,
    neglect racking my body.

    All lost single soul,
    forgotten, uncared for.

    ...