To vanish into wisps of nothing, unworthy of where
It has been haunting and no longer sustained
Or is it forever tethered to those other souls until
They become aware and release it or embrace it
Trying desperately but in vain to influence them
Make them aware of its existence, breath of cold air
A chair scraping along the hardwood floor
With all the anxiety of nails on a chalkboard
All ignored and chalked up to imagination
To the wandering mind of boredom and loneliness
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