Anonymity

Mid the night's fretful stillness,

My mind fathoms the darkness;

Pondering the senselessness

Of a life in loneliness.

I am but a lowly weed,

Thriving by a rough wayside;

Passersby pluck every blade

Of my bud and bare my seed.

I can't look back at my past,

With a smile that can last,

To hide the shadowy cast,

Of a life that's wrecked and crashed. 

I have nothing to cherish;

There's nothing to hope or wish,

'Cause dreams shatter and perish

In the gloom of deep anguish.

All that I can claim for me,

Is a handful of today

Lived in anonymity

By this weed, nude of identity.