All on our own
I walk aimlessly on a dark narrow road; With my feet stumbling and my eyes dripping away it's sorrow. People walked past me as my tears flowed; Hoping, somebody would notice, if not today, may be tomorrow. My soul is screaming aloud to be heard; Is it just me who's invisible or this is how it goes? Look at them go, keeping their soul unstirred; My invisibility and their indifference are my only woes. I passed by a door, closed and silent; The door was trying to burst open, As if the inaudible sobs were turning violent; I walked towards it with the feeling of a bad omen. As I reluctantly opened the door, Stood men and women, the wonderers; Their face blank like mine, walk aimless, They were the silent sufferers. I wonder why don't they yearn to reach out; Or do they enjoy being alone? Nobody cares finally they shout, We all are on our own . The post is written for #1000speak