The crowd
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
Somedays are unbearable
The loneliness becomes acute
And I look for a place somewhere
A park bench A window seat
Where I can sit and watch the world go by
People chasing people to offices
Dogs sleeping in the day
Trees standing in the gloom
And I would sit watching
Till the people come back out
Of offices like ants from a flooded burrow
And they chase each other back home
to the dining rooms and bed rooms and televisions
To the people in their lives
I am lonely sometimes but I know it
~ mithun
