where have all the people gone?
you walk past them on the street
and they stare blankly ahead
or are wrapped up in their own world
a bubble that shields them from
the oozing hurt and confusion that
is like a cloudy mist that would not lift.
how the heart hungers for that one:
that though we may remain as before
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: introspection