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