solitude

Out of strength you slump and weep at the center of the earth,
you hope that someone notices you,
you wish that someone hears you out,
you wait for someone who can share the pain.
But... no matter how hard you grieve no one cares to listen...
the world won't stop revolving.

You look around and notice rushing passers by.
Each of them brings forth a gush of air.
Some are soothing, while others are scorching.
It is such a busy world.

You reflect on the years that have passed.
Despite the hardships, you survived... you will survive.

Now it's time to get up, join the busy passers by.
Be the one that causes the ripple on the river,
and enjoy everything while it lasts.