The Madness Of Crowds – Sonnet #4 Poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado

You seek to break my stride? Please step aside.
Little intention, no recollection
Of Etiquette, chivalry or simply
Basic consideration for mankind
All marching toward private destinations
Oblivious to glances, shoves, reproach
Ten thousand worlds rotating all at once
Never stepping outside our own orbits
No attempt to share our destinations
Unless the cashier needs information
Stopping awhile just to observe others
Allowing compassion into your sphere
Personal isolation is growing
The madness of crowds is deafening.