Comunidad Sin Alma

Too busy they were the passing conglomerate focused on pavement eyes ever forward with their get there stare of hedonistic servitude trailing their marching tempo of mobile phones hard in the glass hard to their homes disguising all those battered egos the ranks and filed passed too tiled to notice too isolated to care Through her veins a tearful of sorrow threatening a steady collapse within her no sinews strength to up hold such falterings emotional shudder dragged a crooked hand across her brow frozen amid the throng a foothold placed upon the teetering curb stone a lost child suddenly alone all the turbulence of strangers and their directions unknown unsettling expression of this human too afraid of the broken too marooned becomes overburdened Midst the hymns frenetic purge the revving tarmac belching throat fumes raw the in surge the out push jostled hustlers in an elbows grunt forward those flightless angels rush hard in the welcome cold in their skins dragging all those flattered egos so well tranquillized against the need to share too worn on paid attention too lonely to even dare Time in her slow motion through her frame rattled jerking sobbed a vacuums immolation pumping grief around this girlish heart she etched out a scarecrow on the pavements field nothing for such ragged fingers to clutch Too preoccupied the others were in the slipstreams conglomerate the ease of avoidance eyes which never caught a moment of tenderness no in answer to any word of comfort for this bedraggled vagabond begging to be released from the stone Trailing their marching shadow in mobile phones they skirted around a quarantined space of her own they left her alone too tiled to notice too isolated to care too afraid of the broken too marooned becomes overburdened too worn on paid attention too lonely to even dare