Loneliness.

It is a minute that feels like an hour
When loneliness descends and drapes her cloudy veil.
Glances of intimate strangers,
Who moments ago were friends,
Hurt.
A crystal teardrop falls to trace a meaningful path
Hinting at raging sadness bound and confined within.
Smiles of joyful crowds,
Roam lost in blind silence,
Pain

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