Alone in crowds
Surrounded by unknown friends
Do they choose not to see?
Or am I hiding
Pain that surrounds my heart
Cloaked in mists
Who will break through?
What will be found?
My silent scream
See me
Feel me
Touch me
I am here
Want to be found
Is it too late?
Will it be you?
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2 comments:
wow...I feel that way too. I guess we are at the same place in our life.
Maybe we age like fine wine...alone yet surrounded by hundreds of other lone bottles...I guess the key is to crack open the vintage...and drink deeply
Gustavia
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