Sometimes a passing phrase cuts through the noise of the day and stays with you. I recently came across a video shared by @modelstrangers on Threads , where a man—soft-spoken but resolute—spoke about the loneliness we often feel even when surrounded by millions, and the deep importance of respecting every person, no matter their role in society. His words reminded me of how easy it is to walk past others without truly seeing them. And how powerful it can be when we choose to see. This poem was born from that moment of reflection. Walk-On-By Society Millions of footsteps echo, side by side, but hearts pass like shadows— unseen, untouched, eyes fixed forward, never meeting yours. In the crowd, you could scream, and still be an empty whisper. P hoto by Mehmet Turgut Kirkgoz : https://www.pexels.com/photo/elderly-man-with-a-broom-and-a-dustpan-19408637/ This is a walk-on-by world, where silence is safer than kindness, where pain is private and everyone is "fine." But listen— n...

 Walking the Edge Of Silence He walks the edge of things, not for thrill, but because the center holds no welcome. What was once a life now drags like loose thread— unraveling in silence, no protest, no plea.   Friends became ghosts long before they left. Family: a word too large for the absence it holds. He stopped trying to explain. They stopped trying to care.   But the dogs— two tired shadows at his feet— still follow him through wind and winter. They ask nothing. They know everything. Their breath keeps time with the broken metronome of his heart.   He tells himself he stays for them, and it’s true. He could not bear to vanish while their eyes still search the door, while their paws still trust the earth to bring him back.   To leave them— is to sentence the loyal to bewilderment and slow hunger. It would mark his soul with a wound that no grave could close. He would carry their pain through whatever came next. And he will not do that to them.   And th...