alone in a crowd
watching the faces
seeing glazed eyes
no lights on inside
faces passing by blur
each one like the rest
all vacant expressions
seemingly lost, adrift
smiles with no warmth
drooping at the ends
not really even there
sent to no one at all
they head off alone
replaced by another
looking just the same
the world continues
do they have a home
with the life and love
warmth and happiness
missing from the crowd?
I hope that is is so.
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
I've seen those same faces and wondered those same wonders. The way you portrayed it was touching.
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