![]() In the Center of the CrowdA Poem by KayIn the center of the crowd, there is still loneliness. The spotlight is cold and unfeeling; the caged demons poke their fingers along the frosted edges. Everyone is smiling sheepishly, but there’s a deep, hollow sorrow. A well has been unlidded and discovered to be utterly soulless. I can see it in the back of my mind, while the music plays; ‘What A Wonderful World’ sounds slower, darker. My shoes are on the floor, I’m sure, but the floor is tilting. I can hear myself laughing, see their teeth mirror mine, but there’s no match of consciousness; I’m really swimming somewhere, in black, black waters. There’s thorny bushes of seaweed and jagged, knife-like coral; you could slice wrists with those things. At first, I find myself nearing a thick, foggy wave, but after drawing closer I see my silhouette through it; I’m hunched over, crawled into a fetal state, whispering about transcendent regrets that linger like a foul taste. I call out to it, but water is beginning to fill my mouth; there’s no reassurance to offer in the choking echo of my failure. I just need to hold the hand of that pitiful reflection, carry it back to the surface close beside me and revive it; but my body is knocked slightly and my eyes quickly flutter. I see the crowd again, hear a clamor of voices speaking to me. Amidst all the visuals and noise, I’m most unpleasantly aware of the isolated beating inside: thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. © 2018 KayReviews
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2018 Last Updated on October 1, 2018 Author![]() KayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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