The Solitary Crowd

Cried behind the walls untouched

Muffled sounds of broken hearts

An enclosed space holding all those tears

The weight of the pain arduous to bear.

Down crashes the portrait of glass

Once crafted, with meticulous care

Embodying the cruel agonizing feeling

Of your lonely heart's despair. 

Ravaging, rampantly runs your mind

Shrilling, screaming, crying out loud

Yet your bellows were numbed by their eyes

And you were alone, even in a crowd.

Melancholia of the moment

Comes with a sense of realism,

Suffering and hatred 

Shatters an idealism.

'tis no ambivalence

Truth lies in solitude.

Lone you came, lone you'll go, 

A hard learned lesson of fortitude.

They'll try to tear your flesh apart 

Failing, they'll imprison your vision instead

But oh how unaware their shallowness - shall show

For you'll be someone, to fear, to dread.

~h.