A Room Full Of People

I sit by myself
in a room full of people
next to me are ones who pray,
I watch so enviously
yearning for their peace,
never having glimsped it before

I sit by myself
in a room full of people,
watching ones I know
tears streaming down my cheeks
lonelyness filling my soul
How are they so happy,
while I am so depressed?

I sit by myself
in a room full of people
screaming at the top of my lungs,
but no one even looks my way
or notices my cry for help.

I sit by myself
in a room full of people
wasting away
while they sit and converse
leaving me to my little spot. Back to Poetry Page