Stand Alone


Strangers in the crowd,

Faces in the dark.

I battle with myself,

As the reality is stark.

Familiar voices, I can hear;

But there is silence all around.

I strain for the one who is near,

For that one loving sound.

I feel a hundred eyes on me,

But none have me in their sight.

They’re writing a hundred stories,

But they can’t judge my plight.

Finally the dust settles,

But the storm never dies.

In the battle of friends and foes,

You can never be too wise!


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