• Her screams echo
    in her ears.
    But no one cares,
    for no one hears.

    She grabs tighlty
    on to a passerby.
    but her hand passes through
    and they hear no cry.

    She stands in a crowd,
    screaming in defiance,
    but alls the people see
    is a different shade of silence.

    Is it grey?
    is it black?
    is someone standing
    way in the back?

    She runs,
    tears slipping down her face.
    But no one can see,
    so no one gives chase.

    She's a mist, a ghost,
    she's not even there.
    But if she was
    would anyone care?