Walking through the crowds
Her eyes searched for a familiar face
All she could see was her own reflection
Against the glass windows of the train
She wondered if she was a fragment
Of her own imagination
Her heart slowed down
Till her breaths became shallow.
The ticking of a clock
Quickened in hollow echoes
The unbearable loudness
Of her solitude brought
A rude awakening
To her otherwise peaceful soul
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Poem: In the midst of solitude
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