Sudden Down: Lonliness

It's like standing in a crowded room
then suddenly everything freezes 
everything is still going on,
but you are no longer there.
You are a part of the crowd,
but you aren't part of them;
something claws at your heart,
and it pricks at the bubble of fear.
How it is that happened
there is no room left to wonder it
the isolating loneliness is taking up all your space
filling the warm void with something homeless
it roams in the wasteland
the heart calls alone.
They all still smile around you
and you keep trying to,
but the tug inside is pulling you far off
so quick find something to hold onto.
Pull up the mask,
paint on the perfect smile,
give the strings to the puppeteer,
recite the lines, memorize that all is fine
repeat all the lies.
Faster, more fluent now or someone just might see.
Standing in the crowd, but who are you to them?
Don't look them in the eyes,
just in case they notice,
who you are isn't who you just were,
remember the act must be perfect.
No space left now
it takes to much energy to breathe,
excuse yourself from their presence,
let the monster now feed.
Tomorrow it will be better
act like there was no today
but for now concentrate
to bleed the loneliness away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Kendrick Avatar
February 2, 2010 at 6:41 AM
Deep meaning I preceive in this one. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
Burton Avatar
January 31, 2010 at 11:33 AM
A deep poem and enjoyed have a great sunday. :)
Kershaw Avatar
January 30, 2010 at 2:28 PM
Madison, Standing alone in a crowd is an ancient concept. Aeschylus called it the most commom secret among us. Hamlet refers to it but never quite admits to the feeling. It would make the Prince seem weak. An excellent rendition of a painful and undicussed side of our common humanity. Love, Will
Palli Avatar
January 30, 2010 at 6:34 AM
Thanks for sharing. feeling lonely is a terrible feeling.
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