It's bitterly cold & lonely
In this foreign windy city,
Without a coat, or hope . . .
And now without a prayer.

I could scream into the silence,
But nobody's listening.
No one can hear my voice
Above the colossal stillness.

How long do you have to exist
In order to be considered a person
With merit, kindness, & empathy?
To be deemed with enough grace
To matter to someone, anyone?

I've been lost too many times before
Wandering the universe alone...