Turn Chaos Into Art

It feels lonesome to be in the crowd
One dying soul who walks around
Among familiar people, places, sounds
Reminds me of rain and a warmless joy
A time that hangs aside in memory
Taste was strange
I recognize as bitter now
It feels empty and rational
Wonder if I felt nothing at all
It my be quiet it might take me forward
I´d not be like this, I´d not have this that fills me in
This lack, this only me.
Almost enough, almost something in the crowd


Kate Polladsky