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They never choosed

In the corridors where fate forgets my name,

I tread like a ghost, half-shadow, half-blame.

Their lanterns gleam for others’ ways

mine is a dusk that no star stays.

I was not broken in a single fall

but in the silence when no one called.

Each step they took was past my cry,

each hand they held let mine go dry.

How strange

that pain does not cancel pain.

Abandonment and neglect entwine

like smoke and cold on a winter spine.

Is there a sin in simply being still?

A curse for those who wait too well?

I wear invisibility like a skin

not by choice, but woven in.

They pass me by like unread verse,

while I burn in a private universe.

I scream in symbols only I decode

my longing walks a locked-down road.

Why is effort for others so freely poured

while I am the shore never explored?

Am I the silence between two notes,

or just the echo no voice evokes?

I’ve grown tired of waiting at closed gates.

Tired of being the one fear desecrates.

They flee, and I’m always the flight,

the forsaken hearth, the leftover night.

There is no rescue in being strong

when the world forgets you all along.

If there's a name for this unseen ache,

call it “not worth the chance they’d take.”