poem 1

I have seen darkness in noon,
Have felt the pain in bliss,
have cried amid the laughter,
I stand lonely in this madding crowd,
In this maze of directions,
I don't know where to head.


I die in want of air,
in these storm,i stand unshaken.
The crowd makes me lonely,
i hear nothing in this noise,
i cry all alone.
all the shoulders to rest are gone,
the pain is too much to bear,
and i don't want to forgive and endear.
all those who cause this pain,the ranks of the fallen;
I am hurt in this hell,
and forsaken too shall rot with me.