The streets are full with the swarming crowds
yet a voiceless silence chills the air,
a man is visible in a city of invisible eyes
where only the self will see its true reflection.
Deep isolated essence of the city’s solitude
chews on the blood of a walking ghost,
uncertain of engaging in eye contact
and avoiding at all costs the words of any passer by.
Inside the heart of this coy sadness
lay the kindness that was changed by circumstance,
when all the horror of this slaved alienation
has made man a lost soul among his own.
MJ DUGGAN.
Well done! I am a country bumpkin at heart, and my big goofy smile didn’t go over well at all on the streets of the busy city…maybe because too many of the folks were feeling like this? I moved back to my dirt road, and the chipmunks, deer and bluejays love my smile
Wonderful write, poet friend…thanks for letting me know!