Still in the Crowd
I don't know
Why I stand here
Compulsion to stillness
Mired in misery
-
But its anger
Which holds me
Stiff as a board
Stuck like glue
-
I can't move on
I can't move back
Stuck in a rut
Watching the same old
-
This is me
The point in the crowd
The only face
That remains so still
Why I stand here
Compulsion to stillness
Mired in misery
-
But its anger
Which holds me
Stiff as a board
Stuck like glue
-
I can't move on
I can't move back
Stuck in a rut
Watching the same old
-
This is me
The point in the crowd
The only face
That remains so still
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This was written a long time ago, my life has changed since but as a non-rhyming poem I think this is one of my best. It was probably in the period before I started rhyming in all of my poems where I'm not rhyming but picking up the rhythms of it.