Elucidating Questions

I keep trying to come up with a way

That this is all okay

That it’s all right for me to go days without hearing from another soul

That all this endless pouring prose lying dead on the floor is

It’s just fine

As if I can do anything about it

The best bullies play with silence

You approach them and it’s like you don’t exist

They’re all just too important to see you

I feel like I don’t exist

So perhaps they were right anyways

I suppose it’s all fine