Insignificant

And then there is the question of trust-and betrayal

Who says what, and when

Who was involved and who denied

In a nutshell, question of life.

For I walk in shadows

Live on the seedy side of the street

With no refinement, or jewelry

To hide my nude self

While on the highway

Flashy cars carry proud owners

And envy, with its disfigured face

Creeps into innards; to gnaw at my roots

No respite, no rescue at hand

In the pouring rain I stand

Drenched, shelters razed

Shores afar, skies out of reach

I walk on, a faceless face in peak hour crowds

One single note in a melody

A lone raindrop vying for attention

In a downpour