When Time Slips Through

All these men walking faster along the way,
To spend those few extra moments of the day.

Here I sit in solitude
Silent, unloved,  uncherished.
Counting each second that passes by
With each breath a daunting task.

Sometimes I sob
With a constant thought that bothers.
And the tears visible and invisible
Fail to express even the surfacial pain.

To shed light, this is but one of many moments that have passed.
It has been years.
Since this strange feeling
of being left out,
of being unprioritized,
of being unvalued
That has put its unmatched weight.
That makes this poor heart
A little heavier
more vulnerable
& gradually it has found-
its distractions...

These distractions- 
my fragile refuge,  
A fleeting escape from the crushing weight. 
Yet, they crumble like ashes in the wind,  
And leave me helpless
exposed to the storm.

The silence grows-
louder with every breath,
enormous with every wave,
darker with the night.
Even the ticking clock mocks my despair!

Screaming in the void with no sound in return,
I reach for meaning in the emptiness,  
How beautifully my hands
grip around this pain
& dreams dissolve into haze,
& colors fade into abyss.

To be unseen, unheard, and forgotten.  
A shadow cast by-
a fleeting moment, 
a firefly's glow,
a blush of dawn.
Destined to fade as the world moves on!