By-Bhavya Gupta


A room full of people.

Bodies moving, people shouting.

You can sense, you can feel.

But at the same time,

Everything seems so absurd.

As if you are a part of it,

But at the same time you aren't.

Your mind runs,

A thousand miles an hour.

Carefully, you speak.

Your anxiety is at its peak.

No words come out,

So, you shout out loud.

Yet they don't notice.

They're moving past you.

They don't care about you.

So, you sink to the bottom,

Why, you ask yourself.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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