As the world around you,
comes to a standstill,
As the silence creeps in,
And you watch the passing people,
A picture filled with colours,
melody and Life.

You stare at the clocks,
Of people,
Of walls,
Of gadgets.

They tick away,
as the frustration boils within,
your detached self.

Frustrated at the isolation,
Frustrated at the confusion,
that surrounds thy’s world,
who searches,
for one’s shadow,
in an abyss of darkness.


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