I stand alone,Embracing my solitude amidst the masses.
Rushing, stumbling,
Pretending that I’m not there.
I cry alone,
Embracing my agony amidst the whispers.
Taunting, prodding
As though I should not be there.
I kneel alone,
Embracing my memory amidst the flashes.
Suffering, numbing
Pretending that I’m not there.
I walk alone,
Embracing my confidence amidst my pain.
Pulling, dragging
As though I was not there.
4 comments:
We all walk alone, yet never alone. Interesting poem.
This poem is so real Gratification, that it is all at once disturbing to the self which means the power of emotion flowed through very well, engaging my senses as a reader.
Superbly told!
so very true your words sound, and feel against my skin.
I love this poem....
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