I am right here.
I am standing in the light,
listening to the voices
bounce off the walls.
Everyone is talking at once.
They are sharing stories
and catching their breath between laughs.
I try to find a gap to step through,
but the circle stays closed.
It is a lonely thing,
to have words in your throat
and nowhere for them to go.
I am looking at my hands.
I am looking at the floor.
I am waiting for someone
to look at me
and realize I’ve been gone
this whole time.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2026 14:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Life was getting a bit overwhelming and I wasn't able to keep up with everything. I really hope this poem will be good after I left for a bit.
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Comments2
Recognition in this poem of something missing and it is yourself. Well done
Love it! I understand the stress, it's the same here too, I only have time to comment rather than write my own poem. I hope life gets smoother for you!
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