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The Disappeared

Every few weeks repeats the same shock
Pensioners dead behind doors that were locked
Only discovered when direct debits dried up
The world prefers numbers over lives that are lost
Will any amongst us tally this cost?

If only we noticed thelives that we share
At the moment we notice those lives are not there
If only instead of those internet threads
We took the promise of love to our loved ones instead
Perhaps loneliness then could claim fewer dead?

Don't miss me tomorrow for that is too late
This locked chamber I'm in, is already my grave