Alone in the Crowd
Though people surround me, I feel alone.
As if on an island all on my own.
I hear them talk, but they’re not speaking to me.
They’re using language of another country.
Their interests are different and ideas strange.
I try to get close, but feel out of range.
Their worlds are full and always busy.
When they look my way, there’s nothing they see.
Alone in the crowd I make no difference at all.
No one really cares whether I rise or fall.
Others are too occupied with worlds of their own
To listen to my complaints as I grumble and groan.
So I’ll fashion a world that only suits me.
I’ll become the one that they’re straining to see;
That new person whose glowing face and mind
Triumphs in the world I alone have designed.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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