Alone in a crowded room
Words are being spoken but none understood
The faceless mass talking and laughing
The air grows thick you can hardly breathe
Pulse quickens sweat beads on your forehead you have to sit
Don't talk to me please... don't look this way
I'd promised I would come but I can't bear to stay
The walls close in. Vision blurs.
I leave the room not having uttered a word.
About the Creator
Taraigh White
I am a 32 years old. I like to read, listen to music and dream. Sadly all I have done since high school is dream but at some point you have to grow up. I am working while trying to start my own business. I write poetry as an outlet.
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