People flutter in and out
I stay
Lost for what to say
I wait
Separate and away
I watch
Talking, listening, laughing
silence
Never is a day
I feel
I belong with them this way
I don't
Sorrow builds inside
I'm dying
Wondering why I'm all
Alone
Then as I'm at home
It happens
Friends will talk
And I'm included
Topics that I know as well
Thoughts alike I feel to tell
Talking, listening, laughing
Losing time, and space in passing
Then I look about the room
Locking eyes with someone new
Who sips their drink and shifts their eyes
For they're alone within this hive
Why do we play this game?
Our thoughts of friends are not the same.
But every group has just the one
Who's lonely, wanting, starved of fun
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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