NonentityI barely exist. Keep that in mind
If you decide to come looking for me.
A man who passes without speaking
To others, whose name is unknown,
Who lives in a house that is hidden
By hedges from anyone who might
Drive down my street. I'm known
As agreeably blank where I work,
One of those who's not given
To voicing opinions, and, though
I write poetry, nobody reads it.
Do you see now? I barely exist.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-09-18 at 15:17
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