In The Crowd
In The Crowd I am in the crowd. A sea-swell of voices and faces Pulsating and swaying. I am in the crowd. Lost and absorbed, Trampled by a thousand eyes. I am in the crowd. A presence ignored, Faces blank as night. I am in the crowd. Unseen and unnoticed. I am the whisper no one hears. I am in the crowd. That disperses around me Leaving me alone, stranded. I am no longer in the crowd, I am the loneliest figure. I am the crowd. _______________________________
I was in a crowd of over 1,000 people. All of whom seemed to be with other people, friends, colleagues.
And I was struck by loneliness. That sense that no one knows me, nor I them. No one to talk to or share the experience with. A loneliness borne from shyness and anxiety, the emptiness and disconnection from life after my daughter passed away. In a huge crowd, I was alone. I was lonely.