Solitary in the Crowd
Poetry
Ever written a story without a pen?
When you felt lonely and afraid,
All of the people that passed.
Who felt strangers strange-
Are you afraid?
This is a feeling I hate,
I feel silent,
the thunder in me rises,
writing this story in my mind,
Am I being followed?
Am I afraid?
With each step I walk — fear tangles me —
This road these people,
their smile and laughs,
I call for help to breathe,
It chokes me — the fear —
to never be free.
Am I afraid?
Never felt this lonely,
All surrounded by these people,
brushing myself to seek a corner —
where none catches me alone,
where light does not reach me,
where no scopes of reflection I see.
Am I afraid?
This day will also pass,
I won't have to choose this path,
Dawn will come and save me,
This road will be clean again,
A wash and no dirt of cruelty I‘ll see,
This fear will be sterile,
and then,
I’ll not be afraid.
