"Conservation is humanity caring for the future." - Nancy Newhall
The faceless crowd and I.
Would a Silent witness listen?
Does a silent witness exist?
To whom would I entrust
my darkest secrets, when
my darkest secrets are
not mine?
yearning, searching through the faceless crowd
feeling so keenly bereft of human companionship . . .
hopelessly searching for a reminder of the essence of
humanity. . .
who will unfetter them? Who will unfetter me?
. When we all are.
.
prisoners
.
prisoners of our own thoughts
and unsatisfied feelings
prisoners of the dreamt but illusive
freedom - The Eternal Satisfaction .
Why do we abuse, wrongfully misuse our
own strength and capabilities?
Am I a victim of my own mentality?
I still wander among the faceless
crowd. When will I make my voice heard?
Can they see me? Do I have a face?
The features of faces in crowds must be like subtractive color.
Thought provoking...Nice reading...
Emotions can have face by way of expression.... so is your soul if you share it with reality!
I find this poem very interesting to read. My interpretation of this poem is that the faceless ness of people represents the restrictions that we all face :)