Alone

I hate to admit it's not my composition.....but proud to say that it's a gift....and the best gift ever!

I look around
Moving bodies
But no warm soul
To be found.

Surprises seem
Too far at bay
Laughter,
A memory gone grey.

Alone I stand
A crowd of thousand behind.
Aimless thoughts
Feet slipping over the ground.

The silence whispers
Its fragile words
Breaking away
Leaving an endless mound to climb.

The solace of dreams
Is vanquished
Fading sounds
A child crying
Abandoned and banished.