Alone in a Crowd
Silent With Sound
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Joseph Conrad
She knew what
It was to feel
Alone in a crowd
Silent surrounded
By sound.
She carried
Her pain
Silent
And loud
Searching solitude
Surrounded by sound.
Noise and silence
Quiet and loud
Life is full of
Hope and
Brokenness
Dreams
And goals
She knows
What it is
Like to be
Alone in a
Crowd.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
May.26.2022
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
May Sarton
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Tylenol is lonely spelled backwards.