Saturday, 22 January 2011

He

He sits there,
A shadow,
Invisible.
No communication,
No movement ,
No independence.
Spoken about,
Spoken at,
Never to.
Things get done,
He cannot "do".
His life is lived,
But he has no life.
He has no voice,
He is trapped,
In crowded isolation.

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