I was just wondering what you think of this poem...it's still a work in process. Just looking for some feedbk
Throbbing masses gyrate to a frantic beat
keeping time with the rhythm of the day.
Madly weaving their blind dance,
a partner has no face.
Can anyone see us?
Too loud to think,
Too fast for dreams.
No one left to heed our cries
raging mobs surge by, without a sideways glance.
Can anyone hear us?
Running through the crowd, no safetly line for purchase
my footing begins to slip.
Endless feet itch to pin me to the floor,
Within this invisibility, I freeze.