I know I exist because they look at me
no one knows what color cloths I have on
they hear me for they jump when I cry
they listen not, as I cry for a reason
I crave their touch to soothe the pain
they walk away like it's all a big game
smell of medicine clogs their nostrils
yet I am the one who administers to me
no one dines with me while I eat the distasteful
I hear them laugh among the guest they entertain
sometimes I smile because I can see that it's
not the big C I have to worry about, it's
lonliness and being deprived of the senses
©Sam 2009





