A half painted shadow

You can’t see me
hear me breathing
Light flickers, its deceiving.
I sit in the corner of the room
this is where I live, my tomb
see it all ended years ago
though I haven’t got the courage to leave
to go.
Sometimes the inhabitants of this house
can see me in the corner of their eye
But not every dead person can just die
I can’t leave my daughters here alone
So I live on a half painted shadow in a ghostly home.

A man who cares…

I am not the answer
To your prayers
But a man who cares
Is worth more than any acquaintance’s blank stare
It’s worth more than the fakery of an acquired smile
Than any piece of clothing diamond studded
Than all the tea in China cup you can drink
I am worth more than an expensive meal
A steal compared to people who rip you to shreds behind your back
A anti depressant without taking a pill
A person who will care for you when you are ill
and yet I am judged like a book with a cover that doesn’t stand out
You won’t even pick me up off the shelf
My life has high mountain highs
and precipice lows
and still you won’t ask how’s my day been
Cause your caught up in your own life
We’ve got two ears to listen to one mouth
That’s an equation worth remembering
As my tears go south down my face
As I get lost in life’s rat race
and lose my heart
like so many have before
So please knock on my door
Give me a bell
We all exist in our fragile shells.