11 July 2017

To my lonely women

Still 
Mild
Subtle
Relaxing
Loneliness. 
You are raging,
Desperate,
Even dead already.
Are you?
You don't know.
No one knows.
No one notices.
No one cares.
No one is there.
And yet
There's a crowd 
Where you drown.
Touched by your wisdom,
Surrendered to your words,
Seduced by your smile.
You feel stunned,
Surprised,
Puzzled.
Empty?
Or open?
Everyone wants.
Nobody dares.
Are they scared?
Are you?
Carry on.