Isolation

I am amidst many, Yet the vibes of loneliness are uncanny.

In a crowd, I stand numb. In a commotion, I hear none.

I possess a body without soul. Leading my life without a goal.

Drowning in a pool of misery. And suffocating in a room of grief.

To some I am obnoxious.

To some I am gorgeous.

I am a stranger to myself. For years I have been on the shelf.

No one desires to meet me, nor trust me, nor believe me.

The people I most care about, the people who I hold near and dear, are the one I most fear.

They keep me in dark, they leave me miserable.

Yet, I do not hold feelings of envy and resentment.

But, sheer affection and attachment.