i would scream
but there is no one
to hear me
so i sit
lost
reading
scribbling
accomplishing
absolutely nothing.

i doubt
i truly exist
in any meaningful way.

i convert oxygen
into carbon dioxide
likely ineffectively
and occupy space
away from everyone
those i thought
were close were merely
tropical delusions
farther away than
the mirror may reflect.

i sit considering
it could take two weeks
after my death
before anyone
notices i am gone.

i don’t wonder
if anyone will care
the silence aptly
answers it for me.

i do not scream
just silently lament
the emptiness
reflected in my dead gaze.