The Forgotten Penny

I lay here with my head up high
faced up
looking
towards
The open skies.
With eyes lit
I watch.
As others pass on by.

I lay here
Shinning violently.
Screaming--
quietly.

And
I wonder.
if you ever notice
my compelling performance.

And
I wonder

if
You
ever wonder

If
I am the one
dying
inside.