Corners

They march in silence
In scenes of commotion watching
Wondering where they fit
Sitting in darkened corners
Silence plastered on the corners of their lips

Alone again amidst the crowds
Without the making of sentences among the loud
Shrouded in isolation
Dignity filters away to the ways of the disavowed

Spare a thought, afford a word
Broke in company
A joke unheard

Left to their vices
Countless of the lifeless breathe away
Tired and sick
Wishing yet to live on another day

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