The Incurable Loner.

Sharp Lights stab my eyes...blinding my vision,
I can barely feel my presence.
The music is unending, monotonous,
Lapping up the last niche of silence.


Voices of thousands form an uniform crescendo,
Defeaning me, jolting me out of my reverie.
I want to hide from myself,
I need to feel free.


Smiling, at masks, at random,
I join in the extravagance.
I reach out, towards togetherness,
Each heart, each hand, seems at an unfathomable distance.


Lack of warmth...blurred faces,
Hover on the fringe of darkness.
They fail to light up my soul....touch my heart,
Or cure my loneliness.