Shadowed by the crowd lines.
With blankness spread over me,
My lonesomeness shall forever be.
Pictures and Memories are dear,
But will they stay ever clear,
And not ever fade from us?
Or shall they stay till we turn to dust?
Lonesome is my figure,
Leaning against cold stone walls.
Spinning my mind's gear,
Why can't they hear my calls?
..........................................................Reaching out,
.................................................Stretching throughout.
.................................................Grasping every opportunity,
.......................................Rejection laughs with glee.
