We never realize how much numbers are used,
Until these numbers refer to you.
567221 is how I’m known.
My life is that of mere existence.
Just another number,
A lost soul you could say.
Tears dried up,
Lives moved on.
Every day is a struggle,
It’s hard for me to carry on.
But I think of the day that freedom will come,
When I can walk down the street with the sun shining bright and a little wind blowing on my face.
Will I be forgiven for all my mistakes?
Nightmares, trembles, that’s how I live my life,
Ever since that terrible night.
New Poem: Numbers
Andrew Wirth 