Misanthropy

My footsteps echo in this empty corridor,

empty yet teaming with people, scuttling

about, from here to there. How can I be

so alone in this mass of scurrying humanity?

I curse the solitude, and yet cringe, at the reality

of being thrust into this writhing, squirming

mass of immoral, self-important, unrepentant

life forms, that all always feel so very alien.

There is safety in the blaring echo of seclusion.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Man is never more alone than he is in his own mind. He can be in a room full of people and escape through the window of his mind into a complete place of solace and serenity. The thundering echoes are but the heartbeat of a man who has the wherewithal to listen to his own thoughts.

The photo really lends itself to the wording of the poem.

Great write!

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you Ma'am ... a very kind comment and very insightful as to what was dancing in my mind as I scratched out this poem.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is wonderful! I read a poem the other day titled Misanthrope, I think, that I knew I needed to share with you. I will try to find it...

[Kristina Moulaison]

It turns out there are a lot of poem named that. :/ Funny. I should have copied it when I had it in front of me.

[Seashell]

Brilliant ! I guess we all like some 'me' time but when it turns in to a lengthy period, it changes our thoughts completely. Solitude through choice is divine, but without the choice it's a whole new ball game. It's not healthy to be totally secluded from all the good and bad in the world. Everything in moderation is my motto.
This got me thinking
Thank you x