FALLING

Am I a shadow that vanishes when the sun is gone?
Am I an echo of a word said?
Am I a mirage in the vast field of sand?
Am I a snow flake that spirals from the skies above,
Beautiful, bar to melt in the earth and be gone?

I don’t know who I am,
I don’t what I am,
I’m entranced trying to
Find purpose, Trying
To find a calling,

Hope has withered, it has
Crumbled to ashes,
Dissipated by the winds,
Am Left heavy hearted, sullen,
I’m such a drag,

Briskly I’m forgotten of,
Snubbed, my opinions
Rebuffed faster than I articulate,
Except I don’t mind,
I’m used.

Muzamir