In the gathering crowd,
Like a storm gush forth,
A simple minded fool,
Devoured by the onslaught.
Persons, abundant,
Yet the ever lonely feeling,
Even if not alone,
Dread sets in still.
A single soul,
Like the ever fading glow,
Of a candle in the night,
As the day turn bright.
Bright like the morning sun,
A ray of hope flickers,
Like the dawn of a new day,
A start, a new beginning.
Perhaps hence forth,
Loneliness, it dissolves,
And reforms into a new burden,
One known as friendship.
New friends, new faces,
New souls, new stories,
New personalities, new interests,
And a new you begins.
The old stripped off,
As the new surfaces,
Yet the feeling remains,
Of a cherised past.
~this just came randomly...
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