I Am

I am one with nothing more to give
I am unheard, no words from my lips
I am the deadened empty husk
I am the broken heart of life's romance
I am the seed that will not grow
I am untended , withered fruit on the vine
I am the un-worked field, furrows hardened by burning sun
I am the artist's unfinished work, propping up the garret walls
I am the unread love letter, burned in the fire grate
I am the man collapsed, stepped over by uncaring folk
I am the silent nightmarish scream, from the dreaming child
I am alone, alone, alone.