When I'm Alone

 

Never do I feel more alone, than when in a crowded room. For there I am invisible, with no one to care even to pass a glance upon me. Chatter runs close but never approaches me. But when I'm alone? I have a thousand memories to keep me company, some that never even happened, for I've imagined people and circumstances that never came to be. But in these imaginations I have perfect relationships with no one to disappoint. And at least if I cried myself to sleep, I'd have reality to comfort me, in knowing I was truly alone. Not a soul nearby to stop and stare. I've been alone not because I truly wanted to be alone. Because my body forced me to. I cried in silence as I yearned for fellowship and comfort, all the while my nerves and body begged for silence and solitude. What my head wanted my heart did not. Misunderstood and forgotten, no one knows why.

 

Author's Note

Note: I know this poem runs together, is not split properly into lines, stanzas, etc.
It is always important to me that in order to convey how I am feeling, my writing stays in the method in which it was written. When this piece was written, my thoughts were jumbled, running into one another without requiem. This writing is illustrative of that crowded yet alone feeling. A dichotomy within oneself. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[solo2be]

Great write. The definition of getting lost in the crowd.This something a lot people can identify with.because it something we all have to deal with at one time are another.

[Jackie]

Oh boy do i know the feeling. All to well. I forgot all the way back to high school remembering certain events and I always felt most alone in crowds.

Great read! :-)

[Saruwa]

Thank you Jackie for the review. Nice to know others have felt the same. Thanks :)

[Saruwa]

Oh and just read your profile. I too am 25, an avid reader and writer. Have done some political writing in my day too. Looking forward to reading your pieces!