Intimate Strangers

by Callen Damornen

Surrounded by people

A din of noise

Everyone is talking at me

No one is listening.

Faces surround me

Familiar and strange

One and the same face

Familiar yet intimate strangers.

Talk to me of loneliness

Being alone does not mean

Being lonely while being with

Someone does not mean happiness.

A prison sentence of aloneness

Surrounded by fear

Waiting for the shoe to drop

From the one you love.

Painful love, full of love

Painful love, full of fear

To break your heart daily

Waiting for the good to come.

Life is not what it appears

On the surface it seems perfect

Behind the scenes you don't know

The hell left behind in private.

To mask the pain in laughter

And hide the sorrow with smiles

My heart gently weeps daily

Waiting for the end of pain.

© 2008 Callen Damornen