Afterthought

Prose/Experimental

As the day fades and the mind slows
suddenly I am conjured up again.
Were you bored?
Maybe lonely?
Did you just need to feel a touch?
Know that someone cares?
In the bright light of morning I am discarded
behind a million other things that take precedence.
Where do I fit in here?
What is my worth?
Eventually you'll get to me, right?
Number 999 on the 'to do' list?

Just another afterthought..

Reviews

[SteveB]

Ouch! The grim realization of the fact that we are merely bit players, often uncreditied, in the movies of other's lives. A painfiul realization.
This is open to so many interpretations and I for one love that in a poem. It could be the lover on the side, it could be the friend who is rarely called, it could be any one of a million people.
Well structured, well thought out and well written. Thank you for sharing this.

[Rogue]

Glad you found some ways to identify with this one, Steve. Thank you for the lovely and kind review here. I appreciate it (not sure if I deserve it) but I do appreciate it. :)

[TL Boehm]

Wow - this is resonant. I feel like this so often on so many levels. "Eventually you'll get to me, right" That speaks volumes

[Rogue]

I am glad you were able to find something in this. Thank you. :)

[Angi]

Selfishness shouts out in this piece, Rogue! I have known many takers, Rogue. The key is recognizing them and shouting, 'NO MORE!' Something tells me you have a pretty loud voice. Angi~

[Rogue]

Would it surprise you that I can go all girlishly meek at times? The right words and the thought is forgotten... Rogue is sappy. :P
Thank you, Angi for stopping by. You have truly been missed and it is good to see you back. :)

[Angi]

I can see you have a softer side...to a point. Push you too far and watch your a*s! You are most welcome, girlie. It is good to be back.

[Sami Khalil]

It is a helpless feeling when we are at the bottom rung of things and even in love relationships. When we are not the priority to someone we feel the hurt and disapointment for we want to feel valued and wanted and important . Then we start to feel like we are an afterthough in all...
A very life related poem full of great relatable meanings...Bravo....:)

[Rogue]

My ability to sugar coat things has grown less and less I fear. We live and we learn. It boils down to worth. What does on feel they are worth? No-one can answer that for us. It is a determination we ourselves need to make.
Thank you, my friend for all you do. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true and relevant and to the point where no one can take advantage of our fragility . You are welcome...:)