dust

A piece of dust in the air,
A shadow no one pays attention to,
Never seen there,
Passing by not bothered to see the blue,
Not paying attention to what some people say,
Or giving them the time of day,
Shut out from the world,
As a special mind is unfurled,
Driven to insanity,
Over what is to be,
No longer sees a future,
Seeking a cure,
Nothing seems to work,
Looked upon as a worthless jerk,
Pity not given,
Lost all cause to be driven,
Walls becoming impenetrable,
Finding it difficult to enjoy being stable,
Hidden in plain sight,
Shunned from any delight,
Slipping into bad habits again,
Struggling with all the pain,
Not able to let loose,
Left behind like a defective caboose,
Succumbing to liquid's crutch,
Burning out like some defective clutch,
What path is left to follow,
So the feeling of being hollow,
Never returns,
Though all it seems to give is burns,
Nothing helpful to help out,
Silently hiding the need to scream and shout,
Wandering aimlessly,
Craving the company,
Left alone like the last pringle ,
Destined to walk thy path single.