Alone in the Crowd
No longer can I say that my heart thrives,
But my love for life still quietly survives,
A flame that burns with fervent might,
Longing for a hand to hold in the night.
I search the eyes of passing strangers,
Hoping to find the spark to warm my embers,
A connection that could set my soul free,
But find only indifference, a turbulent sea.
My love, like autumn leaves, falls to the ground,
Forgotten, unfulfilled, and lost with no sound,
For in a world full of noise, I find silence and tears,
A lonely cry of despair, all the love lost over years.
In this ocean of faces, I am but a wave,
Crashing softly, unseen, unheard, and enslaved,
I yearn to share my love with another soul's gaze,
To feel the warmth of touch, like gentle summer days.
Alas, my love for the world is still vast and wide,
Yet finds no harbor, no safe place to reside,
I still hold it close, though it's my heaviest cargo,
A burden carried alone, where love's supposed to go.
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Jonathan Phelps
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