Alone In a Crowd Six
Laughing, merriment, inklings of joy
permeate as if by sonic blast...
I stand in the midst with a cold vacant hole
where happiness once lived unabated...
The ball drops, confetti flies, it's all mixed in
with the shattered pieces of my heart....
Copyright © Gigi Thrasher | Year Posted 2019
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