The Bench

The world turns.

The wind blows.

All around me,

The people walk.

The couples cuddle.

The friends talk.

And yet I,

Just sit here.

Hoping that someone

Will sit down

Here with me.

The music plays

In my mind.

A sad song.

I don't speak.

My lips, sealed,

Closed shut, locked.

Tears forced back,

I die inside.

I yearn to 

Cry out loudly

"Why don't you

Open your eyes

Open your hearts!"

Everyone has gone.

So I stand.

Alone and helpless.

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

I really think almost everyone can relate to this in one way or another at one point or another in their lives. I really like the style you gave it and the way you really focused on the development of your own voice and perspective within this write. I'm sorry for whatever inspired it; however, it is wonderfully penned.

[@zeewhykay]

Rivetting ! Exceptional !!

3 words, enough to paint a beautiful portrait. Nice alliteration, perfect fit for the short paced piece !
Great work, you have a bright future ! Continue writing, and continue to be witty in it.

Cheers !

[Thomas Skahill]

The opening of this poem brings me in by reminding me of the mundane aspect of life we somehow yearn for constantly; the wind, motion, interaction and then reminds me of the solemn moments we have alone that produce a profound sadness touched by subtle beauty. keep it up.

[verity94]

Wow, this is really good! I think you have managed to capture the feeling of being alone really well.

[zainul]

You have nicely depicted what you are experiencing inside your mind.