All The Lonely People Poem by Anirudh Shankaran

there is such desperation
and tremor in people
taking offense of everything
quaking in pain
waiting to shout out
to every possible person
of their disdain
and their out of luck life
rotting in the gutters of a city
with no time to feel the depth of any instance
any emotion
rotting away
with lesser and lesser time
rotting away
with only words to brace their meaningless life

in contrast
a sullen man
in a dark room
playing a melancholic tune
on his violin
or his radio
cries in silence
lays in torment
and carries on with his job
writing poems and articles for the newspaper;

is a better way to
rot away