by C.A. Pruit
How is it possible that one can feel so completely empty in a sea of people?
Yet here I am watching as they hurry about, each doing what they've done a thousand times before.
I feel the pain of a broken heart as my despair throws me deeper into the abyss.
I long for that soul that knows my agony,and is sympathetic to my plea.
Where is that spirit that knows my sorrow, that we may share our feelings together?
Where is that being who desires to feel compassion and companionship as deeply as I?
How I dream of the joy I would feel if only someone understood my need.
Someone whose passion and desire is as intense as that which beats within my chest.
Yet, my fear prevents me from crying out. I fear being discarded once again.
How often I have felt this pain, and yet I subject myself to it's anguish constantly.
I am grieved with the thought that unless I announce my presence, I will forever be passed by.
I dread the feeling of being unseen to those who seem to look right through me as if I didn't exist.
Shall I risk the agony of rejection yet again, or be content with this desolation as my only friend.
The first might bring needed relief, but the second has been my constant companion.
