Silence is the sound I hear,
Quite the loudest whisperer.
The voices of people passing by but their words are emptying,
Leaving as quickly as they were spoken.
A thousand of you here yet it feels as none were present.
Noise the quietness that came.
You check in only to leave me void.
Your care I have taken as random,
A habit of human nature;
It barely pierces the skin but the scabs you leave has become a cloak that covers the scars.
Standing alone in a crowded room,
Lonely in the midst of a horde.
Abandoned in a stampede of moving arms, eyes, ears and feet,
Yet no one heard when I cried out; lonesome!