People Are Lonely Like You!

People are lonely

So how do they look, the lonely?

Where do they go?

What do they do?

So many too many lonely people

Our they the 'face in the crowd? '

Or are they the crowd of faces

Looking out

Sheep in a pen

Walking the streets and back again

People are lonely

Do they sit 'alone in a bar'

Or linger under trees with their dreams

And flask of tea for one

Is lonely being lonely, not much fun?

Or do the lonely hide under smiles in the throng

Laughing the loudest trying to fit to belong

To a band of misfits on the run

From their own loneliness

Is 'being lonely' a cry of distress?

Or the only true road that leads to happiness?

I don't know about you, who may or may not be lonely,

But I hate crowds, all those annoying lonely faces pushing in,

Can't you hear the din of their thoughts out loud?

So many masks too much fakery

Too much nervous eating of cakes 'hot from the bakery'

Rather spend time alone than hang out with a 'phone'

Who is lonelier than me?

Give me a room with a view, the fresh air and the sea

And I savour the bliss of being set free from the madness if crowds

This 'fake harmony'

by eva tidwells anthology 'A hysterectomy of delerium on the underground at rush hour'

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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