Another Life

By Lynda Decker

I died long long ago, empty and alone

My veins run empty, no life line left

I am the abyss, the darkness swallowed me whole

Fear is all I see on the faces

Pain is what I feel as I scan the crowds

They are naked to me, to my eyes, and they ignorantly walk by.

I drink their pain, and steel their pride

And I still remain annonymous.

They don’t believe me, it is their nature.

So I feed from them, as they talk to me

They miss nothing, and I walk away full.