Alone (while the world rushes by)

Alone, while the world rushes by.
I am iridescent and hollow, a
fragment unnoticed by the crowd.

I speak words of dignity, they
are but a whisper amongst the
screams of the defiled and shamed.

My tongue laden with the weight of
my loneliness. I long to yell to
be heard to be acknowledged.

Evening hours in a rough worn out
bar, they pass like I am a virus
not wanting to be caught.

They dance, drink, kiss and cling
like spandex on a summer night. I
watch as is it is all I can do.

I long for a touch, a conversation,
a moment of meaning. Something to
fill this deceptive void.

Deceptive, I am here, you are there
you speak, you touch, you love. But
then why do I still feel alone?