Alone in a crowded room
Voices all around
Too muffled to distinguish a single sound
People come and go
Can they see me, I do not think so
How can this be
When there are so many surrounding me
Should I drink
No, I must be able to think
Why can’t I be seen
What does this mean
Tears stream down my face
I have to get out of this place
© 2008 Bernice Burks
2 days ago
u should work on a book of verse while u are at it
ReplyDeletethree at the same time? people will start calling me "Ms. Hustler"
ReplyDeleteCan't tell you how many times i've felt this way...that's when i fade to dark. Nice piece.
ReplyDeletemizrepresent, thanks. i feel a little like that now.
ReplyDeletenice that your dropped by.
so much here...
ReplyDelete@eb the celeb: it was one of those days...
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