Urbanista
I am the undelivered message. The voice muted. A world hidden behind words.Standing in the middle of the crowd, I'm slowly walking towards the stairs of the tube station. I can feel the tube swallowing me whole, as I swim in its arteries, squeezing my feelings next to a million people's feelings.
I try to write a message on the announcement board of the station. I get shoved past, and I lose my balance. I get up, embarrassed.
No one noticed.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2015-07-03 at 13:36
Tags Loneliness  Urban  Melancholy 
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