A TEARDROP

i lie there silently
holding on to dear life
right in the middle of the hustle and bustle
i lie, unnoticed and uncared for
aware of the trauma that is unfolding right before me
unknown to the many souls outside
i squirm and turn and twist
aware that i am stuck inside here
my life is in someone else hands
someone stupid or someone caring
someone intelligent or someone in sorrow
my life is just a game of “spin the wheel”
where it stops and when it stops, i have no control of
i only hope the wheel goes on spinning along nicely
only 2 choices i have, yet i am just a mute spectator
into the sea of caring fluid,  i cry a teardrop, a day
as i am just a byproduct
Holding on to dear life
Oh, how I wish
I was not formed!