Alone in a crowded room.
Insular thoughts engulf this tomb.
Laughter embraces the wind chilled air, like a lantern in a blizzard...
Empty embraces starve the soul.
Hightened senses hear every human moan.
As the heart reaches out for comfort, A twinning that will console.
Hands beseach the crowded space,craves a place they can call home.
The love filled jug of entity, overflows with wanten hope,
while leeches drain the life blood , of the lost and lonely soul.
Alone in a crowded room .
tony sheridan
Fri 15th Feb 2013 12:01
Alone in a crowded room. Worse than sitting alone in a room. Great poem. Take care, Tony.
thank you andy :) sorry for the delay in answering you.. email didn't tell me you'd commented :/
i'm so glad you liked it :)
powerful stuff, tracey... am well impressed with this - top stuff, my dear x
hi steve :)
i wrote this some time ago in one of my lonely moments, and on hearing the news this morning that whitney houston had died i was thinking about her, she had such success yet was so troubled and lonely ( so sad )..i thought i'd post my poem :)
me though even in my lonely moments,i'm lucky enough that they only last moments nowaday's instead of what seems like forever x
thank you so much for your kind thoughts x
steve mellor
Sun 12th Feb 2012 12:06
Hi Tracey
I like 'the heart reaches out for comfort,' and the thought of the twinning that will console. Hope I hope
I'm less comfortable with the leeches draining the life blood ... but maybe I'm just a sensitive soul.
I hope that the last couple of lines aren't personal. Maybe I hope that little of the poem is personal
Steve
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tracey bucknell
Tue 19th Feb 2013 05:36
it can be tony :) thank you for reading it :)
take care too :)