Is There Anybody There

Is there anybody there

In the body

In the chair

Pushed around the mall,

I thought I saw

A glimmer,

Something that was inner,

Then his chair

Was quickly

Turned towards the wall,

No one asked him

They just did it,

He groaned in

A struggled fidget

And was told to keep it down,

I saw him later

In the day

Pushed like groceries

In a cart,

I know they have heart

Yet no matter how

Slow or small

His brain,

I felt his anguished pain

Being imprisoned

In this way.

Stephen Nesbitt ©