Unimportance
by
Nathanael Smith

She cried alone in her room
Counting the sheep, first
Then counting the tears
Over her face a wash of hot sadness
Choking sobs, half held back
Sense body, every rigid limb
Curling in complete disagreement
Fear, but fear of what fills her mind
Fear of alone? No, of being ignored
Sadness, the universal tongue finds freedom
Terror of ignorance by the gods.