Lost

It’s dark here
And so cold…
I’ve been here for so long,
Alone, aside from the rushing faces
Faces that look like nothing,
That say nothing, Hear nothing.
But now there’s a stranger.
He’s like me, alone and lost
He tries to talk to the rushing faces
“Where am I?” “What is this place?”
“You’re in Hell” I answer
“At least, that’s what I think it is.”
He looks scared. Like I used to be.
This place is far more than that
More than a place…
It’s so many places at once.
It’s the bottom of the ocean
It’s the top of the world…
This place is an empty hole
and a crowded room.
We need to get out.
So we search
And we search
Until we come across a door
Through the door we can see light
And we can hear the sounds of people
This door leads out
This door can be our escape
But in order to leave,
We must first leave each other
I can't do it, and he won't
He promised he would never leave
But he does
He never loved me, never cared
He gave me up in an instant
I loved him, but now he’s gone
It’s dark here
And so cold
I’m a rushing face…
I look like nothing…
I say nothing, hear nothing.

Reviews

[bobby]

Sometimes we move on from friends or even our own conscience. I kind of blended the line "empty hole and crowded room" as one in the same. Reading in my own thoughts how even if Im surrounded by people it can feel like Im alone in an empty hole. Social expierences can be frightful.