My Light

   

  

“My Light” 

 

They never stop,

To consider me.

I live here,

But they cannot see.

 

They appear at random,

Never ask me if it is okay,

To break my light,

In their light of day.

 

They show up to pack,

It all away, throw it all away.

Never pausing to wonder,

If I am okay.

 

I am an inconvenience,

Looked over and forgotten.

I do not matter.

For the last decade, where have I been.

 

But it is okay,

It is your schedule, not where I gave.

Nothing whatsoever,

Not where I lived.

  

At some point when all is said,

And all is done.

We shall all be blinded.

Since nobody won.

 

Dg

09-21-20