I feel so lonely surrounded by this ocean of people,
Rejected by their echoes of praises,
Hated by their acts of care.
It feels so peaceful with no one around.
I feel the acceptance of the empty atmosphere when I'm by myself.
No pointers and searchers to point out the black dot on my dark dress.
Insane extremes of fear that scares even the scarecrows to death.
Oh dear,
Take me in your wings to ride
A place of emptiness to reside
Oh divine
Forever in the bossom of your stings
There I'll be.
© immaculee-marie