Was walking down the hall way feeling empty earlier in the month and it felt like there was no one around. No sounds, no sight, no feel. Like I was surrounded by nothing. So I thought this would become a nice little poem.
I hope that whatever makes you, whoever you are out there, feel this way. Rather its love like it was for me, or issues at home, with friends, or with anything, that there are others out here with the same feelings and thoughts. Connect and enjoy the others presence.
One of the days, the days of exclusion, the days of distain, the days of sorrow
One of those days, I’m having one. The day which I’m the only one, the only person in the crowd.
There’s no one around, yet their all around. I only see me, I only notice me, I only wish it wasn’t me.
It’s one of those days, I’m sure you know, when there’s something missing inside.
For me, I’m missing the passion, to be tied down by his embrace. I’m missing the love, the laughs, the joys I’ve always yearn.
Though he’s no where near, aye, no where to be seen. Like always I’m the only one, in this crowd to be.
For me I’m the only one, but surely it’s not true. The crowd holds more who suffer this pain.
Like me, you’re the same, like me, you shoulder the pain. Rather the friend who must watch one suffering or one who mask’s your own desires.
You’re in the crowd, aye you’re here. You’re playing a part, for life so heed’s.
I may not notice, you may not notice me, but hopefully soon we shall see.
The crowd to be.
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