Solitude

One million lonely souls
United in their disconnection
Are standing still in waves of motion

One million sceptic voices
Diffuse from screams to whispers of dissent
Erupt with wildness every quiet moment

With so many words inside
There are none left for lips to vocalize
How to express
What's long been said
Inside
At once replied
Been twice reflected
Then thrice objected

No more discussion left to lead
With other bodies if they meet
Motionless is disconnection
Left behind who cannot walk
Left alone who will not talk

Bodies that own burning souls
Will fade away as time unrolls
Like tear-collecting paper towels
Ripped apart and thrown away
With every pain a piece to pay