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!