I feel alone sometimes;
Even in the midst of all the chaos.
The hustle and bustle of the world carrying on around me.
It is so busy, yet I move so slowly.
Isolated from it all.
As if watching it from afar;
not a part of it; but apart from it.
The loneliness Leeds to sorrow and it engulfs me,
Draping me with its darkness and solidarity.
At times, I feel I can’t pull myself out of it and that it will consume me.
That’s when I ask...
“Please?” I say,
“Come sit with me, talk to me, just be with me?”
Anything” I plead.
They seldom do;
And so, I go on;
Feeling alone sometimes.