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poem 012
January 29, 1994
LOST IN THE CROWD
ONCE AGAIN I STAND, IN THE MIST OF ALL THE PEOPLE
THEY DON'T SEE ME, IN THE CROWD OF ALL THE PEOPLE
THEY DON'T HEAR ME,IN THE CROWD OF ALL THE PEOPLE
I AM LOST IN THIS CROWD
LOST AND ALONE IN THE CROWD
MY HEART POUNDS, WANTING AND WAITING TO BE LOVED
BUT THEY LEAVE ME STRANDED IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD
ON AN ISLAND DYEING SLOWLY, LIKE THE WATER THEY SURROUND ME
BUT NEVER STOP AND SEE WHATS IN ME.
THEY HAVE LABLED ME AS A MUTE WITH NO WORDS TO SAY
AS STRANGE AND WANTING TO BE ALONE, SO THEY LEAVE ME
LOST IN THERE CROWD,
lost in the crowd
D.T.G 94