Alone Poem by rains of bloom

when i talk,
they see my vibrating lips
i speak
it is only words.
they listen
but do not hear.
they look
but do not see.
quiet.

the pain all-consuming
shells of love,
long forgotten memmories.
faded by the depression of lives,
wasted.

bottles empty, screaming of
addictive lips.
eyes crying,
pain benath the feet
tears below the drums,
loud.
the loud that you hear the quiet,
lonliness screaming in ears.

drums banged
feet pound
hands clap
arms wave.
disapear in moments
escaping from thoughts
deep concious.
lions roar.

the loud of the quiet
screaming of depressions
of forced daybreak
lies of drugs
splurged thoughtlessly.

unhearing
unseeing
being.
alone.