Sunday, April 2, 2017

Humanity

I searched too much,
And then not enough
I find myself standing still.
The world's still spinning,
My heart's still beating,
And yet there's so much left to fill.

I reach out my hands
To touch what's before me,
But I found it had faded away;
Groping in the darkness,
I fight back the madness,
Try to keep terror at bay.

I feel myself falling,
Hear my own voice calling,
Praying for someone to hear;
-Yet, here I sit, silent,
Knowing my soul's rent,
But no one here senses my fear.

These people around us,
Walk, talk, eat, laugh,
Yet I sense all the forced gaiety;
The battle inside them,
Through them it does hem,
-Only their eyes betray them to me.
                                                                F.A.

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