I’m all alone in a city
full of crowds and lights,
the roads are covered with gold,
yet I cannot walk
for I have lost direction
and count of my many days
when I knew laughter.

I’m silent in a place
full of clamor and voices
for I cannot talk,
nobody would listen;
and as I go through the door
nobody would notice
when I’m gone and missing.

The world is a lonely place,
lonelier than a poem
and colder than a glacier;
that’s all the truth I know.


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