Loneliness.

Surrounded by crowds,

But walking alone,

No rocks to walk on

No sticks to be thrown

But when they're all bundled 

Inside your soul

Words can't describe 

The pain it withholds.

It's heavy yet empty,

It screams in a whisper

It shadows your light

Breaks your mind into twister

You're terrified to speak

You've lost all control

Your eyes lose their strength 

In your heart is a hole.

It's crossed over the lids

Of the eyes of the witness

That saw only nothing

But blind, bitter sickness.

And every great brain

By day and by night

Is walking straight past

This small ball of fright.

They have the answer

Why bother with question?

After all, the only cure

Is simply protection. 

But there's no-one genuine.

Empty arms it can't find.

No hand wants to hold

This lost, lonely mind.