In Solitude
In solitude you stand,
an isle of seething thoughts and dreams.
The world walks by in ignorance
not seein not caring, or so it seems.
It appears not to listen
as you silently cry your dispair,
tears run clearly through the grime,
until there stands one who will care.
The solitude is gone,
the heart fills with longing and peace,
the world seems to listen once more
and silence falls heavily at your feet.
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