The Silent Ache: A Poem of Feeling Left Out
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| I stand within this vibrant hum, a silent echo in the room. A hollow ache, a rising fear, of being seen, yet cast aside. |
The Echo in the Crowd
The laughter drifts, a distant chime,
a melody I can't quite hold.
My hands, outstretched, grasp only time,
a story that remains untold.
I stand within this vibrant hum,
a silent echo in the room.
The circle closes, swift and numb,
enveloping me in lonely gloom.
My voice, a whisper, finds no ear,
lost in the current, strong and wide.
A hollow ache, a rising fear,
of being seen, yet cast aside.
Longing to Belong, Unheard
The sun still shines, the world still spins,
but something vital dims inside.
A little corner where joy begins,
is where my spirit seeks to hide.
For here, within this busy space,
I carry skies of grey and blue.
A longing etched upon my face,
to be included, to belong to you.