Fever

A Poem

Is it possible to die of a broken heart

While you stand right in front of me

My fever rises

You disappear

My world torn apart in less than a week

No one cares that I have fallen

Should I even try to pick myself up

Maybe

Just to spite you

And kick you in the balls with my recovery

For now though I think I’ll just lie here

Exhaustion to well known a companion of late

See the people pass me one by one

Not being rude or discourteous

They have no idea I am here

Blindness is fashionable these days

Though I know I am invisible

It hurts to be ignored

Which makes no sense really

But then nothing does In this rabbit hole I have found myself in

As it is want to happen my mind begins to wander

Has everyone fallen down the same rabbit hole?

Are there multiple holes?

Personal holes?

My arms straining shaking under my own weight

One last thought slips through

Will humanity ever find it’s way back to being

Human?