"Busy, Busy London" ..... (Old post)

"Alone!!" is what her silence yelled. Trapped in the midst of so many but not a single soul has identified hers. Their eyes see her, their skin touches her, she is able to be heard. But nobody really knows her. All she knows to do is smile and force her face to lie. She blinks infectiously to hide the truth that lies in her eyes. Her confidence has been abused because nobody understood. Nobody heard her truth. They only heard what they wanted to, to avoid further confusion for themselves.

She in her own world she rules walks this earth unable to adjust. Though familiar nothing registers as something she knows. She can't claim a thing because she is so lost. The streets are messy and wet. Busy, busy London. Nobody has time. Everybody is rushing to their destinations, no time to talk.

The road is narrow which causes her shoulder brush against his, her bag hits his briefcase. They both end up at the same bus stop. Sad eyes look up, Content eyes look down. opposing eyes meet and freeze. A connection!

Until...

His phone rings in her ear. "Hello...Oh yes OK... right. I'll be there in about 10 minutes." He too rushes off to his changed destination, not even a glance back at those sad eyes he had caught sight of....

The Circle of Life

Who said I can't speak? And who said I'm not permitted to?
If I can't say anything what am I to do?
How can you oppress me just to make yourself seem right?
Why should I conform when your bitterness is alight?
An issue has wrapped you up so tight..
You don't see how I'm affected
All you do is speak so not to be objected.
A filibuster is what they call it, when the weaker opponent cheats.
In a political debate they talk out of line in a bid to compromise defeat.
Its just a wonder, when I think of what you expect me to do.
Its just a Hope when I wish for an alternate breakthrough.
This is when I contemplate whether I should give up and succumb to this ugly infestation.
But this only brings with it a consequence I would rather not face.
This circle of life has only turned into a loathsome race.

Will I win?