Poem: The Floor
#7 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
A joke of a poem "I'd read one even if you wrote about the floor!" that suddenly got serious! O.o;
Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped,
Crying for all the wrong reasons.
Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept,
Stepped on for all the wrong reasons.
Because we can't stand up for ourselves.
Because we can't defend...
We're walked on.
We're the floor.
We're forgotten.