in my island
of silence i wallow in self pity
i look at everyone and i
wish i were dead.
my tears are shed in silence
like the moon but
i can't keep the longing from
my face and
a glimpse of you shatters my
thoughts
i don't know
how i feel. this kind of
nearly
numbness
makes me stare. you don't seem
to want
to look at me and i can't
look at you anymore
you're too
beautiful
and
i lose sight of you. a blink
of
terrible lonliness touches my arm. my eyes seek anonyomity.
the people float
around me with
emphatic smiles. they try not
to look at me (wrapped
in my meek fragility) and glance
away from my
strange
and
tired despair. they know nothing.
they see what they want to see.
the time has
come to move. someone who thinks it is best is offering his hand.
i look up and up and the singular
unfeelings
move away
into the dark.