I No Longer

…wish to be saved

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I am poverty and pain
of many colours
I am the night
that flows in silence ever alone

I am a fleeting shadow
on the beach
erased
by the incoming tide

I am a dead leaf
floating in the wind
with no control
over where I land

I am angry
at an unjust world
where empty promises
crumble like walls

I am fading like dust
in the cold fog of indifference
that mutes the voices
too soft to rise above the crowd

I am listening to reality
calling to me from afar
but I feel nothing until it shatters
beneath my feet

I am surrounded by a world
in which injustice unfurls
where silence is born of fear
and empathy has vanished

my hands once caught
the embers of my ashes
but I now no longer wish
to be saved
© Ann Bagnall