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Author Name: FreeTashtego57 12 Comments
Date Added: July 20, 2010 21:07:56 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Musings in a Crowded Room

I sit in a room full of loud strangers

totally alone.

They chatter, they prattle, and yet they connect.

Only me, alone.

 

My mind discerns the constant drone, and yet

I donít hear a word.

I hold a chair for a colleague not here

My thoughts go unheard.

 

Through what tortured path did it come to this?

Where was the soul lost?

For those who cared and I held in my care

How grievous the cost?

 

My gaze drifts slowly to each unknown face.

Dreams clouding my brain.

Contrived rendezvous devoid of all truth

 may drive me insane.

 

Gone is the shining path?  The open road?

A doomed hollow shell.

Misguided acts have sprung the fatal trap;

a self-imposed hell.

 

I sit in a room full of loud strangers

totally alone.

They chatter, they prattle, and yet they connect.

Only me, alone

without a path home.

 

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Comment By: FreeHannah Mae on February 10, 2011 05:51:39 PM Report


And someone in the next coffee shop is holding a chair for someone who won't come lost in thought, with a similar thought pattern. A little silence is good for meditation. Too much silence, well, I usually fill my silences with a little prayer. It seems to do wonders.


 


I like this one a lot, Tashtego. Just remember that you're never completely alone.


*hugs*


~Shanna

Comment By: FreeGlata on August 19, 2010 12:31:55 AM Report
Well written. I know that feeling well. Only thing is, when I DO talk to people, I get accused of flirting...wanting more than just friendship or conversation. Oh, how wrong people can be about me. So...sometimes I prefer to just be alone.
enjoyed this, could understand the feelings within the lines.
Glata

Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on July 26, 2010 03:33:16 PM Report
I feel loneliness, contrition and self-loathing in this piece. Makes me sad to think this is you. I have felt these same human emotions a time or two. Great lessons can come from these times. Just remember: This too shall pass.
You are loved,
~Cindy 

Comment By: PremiumHOPE on July 24, 2010 07:57:53 PM Report
Andrew

It is amazing how completely alone one can feel surrounded by strangers and sometimes for me surrounded by those who care.  This really touch me, when I think of the path home I am often very lost because I don't know where home is.  Home is where the heart is?  Where is that?

Tina

Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on July 24, 2010 11:52:58 AM Report
depression, I'm hoping this poem is just a reflection of boredom...like a boring staff meeting that is just facts and figures that have not a thing to do with your job...or your purpose in life.  perhaps, a mandatory banquet (what's there to celebrate?)  I feel like I've been there...heard their chatter and phony compliments...searching for a conversation that has an ounce of meaning...longing for that spark of humor where two friendly minds connect...taking them home.



Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on July 23, 2010 12:26:09 AM Report
You know I cannot see this unless I copy and paste it to notepad.  Odd.
BUT - I loved the beginning stanza repeated in that last stanza.  It is so easy to be alone in a crowded room, especially when the walls close in and the wallpaper makes you wish you were fishing instead.  So much less lonely -  fishing. *hug*  Beautiful work my friend.  ~Pamela
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on July 22, 2010 10:05:27 PM Report
Wow, Andrew I understand what you feel in this poem.  It's a very moving poem to me.  I've felt that way myself.  Sounds like you are really wishing to connect.  Well there are plenty of people here at CP that you connect with everyday, we all care about you alot.
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on July 21, 2010 10:29:01 PM Report
Hey Andrew,

"self-imposed hell" jumped out at me, I question if we can dismiss the happenings that take us to dark places and by doing so assume ALL of the responsibility for our personal hell. I question it and find the answer (for me) to be is NO...it is not self-imposed hell but hell as a result of external factors. Who could honestly say they are happy in a room full of trite banter...or any contrived rendevous devoid of all truth. At this point in the evening I want to bolt and usually do for to stay longer just adds to my frustration. You've done a fine job of capturing mood in this poem...the feeling of being alone in a crowd. Good work!

~Barbara D.~ 
  

Comment By: FreeJo on July 21, 2010 11:40:41 AM Report
There's always a path home.  Its just hard to find sometimes.  Great poem and it shows another side to your versatility. 
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 21, 2010 10:56:09 AM Report
Hmmmm....Under the Depression category, huh?....NO!!  We are not having this happen to the spark of the site~!  As I read this, I feel it has something to do with your crowded room here at CP?...sort of?...Oft times, I feel that I am listening and listening to the din, but wonder if they hear me whisper.....Whatever the reason,...May I extend a load of Sunshine...and a handful of smiles for the week??....We love's ya', Andrew~!

Aunt Mags....sendin' a can of "Cheer up" to ya"~!!

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 21, 2010 07:07:17 AM Report
I JUST HAD TO COME BACK AND READ AGAIN..... TELL ME ITS JUST A POEM AND YOUR ..OK??
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 20, 2010 10:42:28 PM Report
YOU WITH DEPRESSION....  THIS IS AMAZING.... YOU ALWAYS WRITE WITH SUCH DEPTH....




 


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