In the Center of the CrowdA Poem by KayIn the center of the crowd, there is still loneliness. The spotlight is cold and unfeeling; the caged demons poke their fingers along the frosted edges. Everyone is smiling sheepishly, but there’s a deep, hollow sorrow. A well has been unlidded and discovered to be utterly soulless. I can see it in the back of my mind, while the music plays; ‘What A Wonderful World’ sounds slower, darker. My shoes are on the floor, I’m sure, but the floor is tilting. I can hear myself laughing, see their teeth mirror mine, but there’s no match of consciousness; I’m really swimming somewhere, in black, black waters. There’s thorny bushes of seaweed and jagged, knife-like coral; you could slice wrists with those things. At first, I find myself nearing a thick, foggy wave, but after drawing closer I see my silhouette through it; I’m hunched over, crawled into a fetal state, whispering about transcendent regrets that linger like a foul taste. I call out to it, but water is beginning to fill my mouth; there’s no reassurance to offer in the choking echo of my failure. I just need to hold the hand of that pitiful reflection, carry it back to the surface close beside me and revive it; but my body is knocked slightly and my eyes quickly flutter. I see the crowd again, hear a clamor of voices speaking to me. Amidst all the visuals and noise, I’m most unpleasantly aware of the isolated beating inside: thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. © 2018 KayReviews
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2018 Last Updated on October 1, 2018 AuthorKayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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