Lunch
Break
A sea of voices; a loud humming,
everywhere - conversational energy.
An island of solitude on which to
stand,
feeling the waves of
this multi-synergy.
The
dismal company of empty seats,
the awkward rhythm of my breathing.
Struggling to keep up appearances,
like a rickety shed with sturdy sheathing.
Not really abandoned or secluded,
but in parallelism enshrouded.
I leave - befriending a silent solitude...
Loneliest is loneliness overcrowded. |
