It’s a painful agony to be ignored,
Eyes politely turned away; total exclusion.
Crowds are lonely places of mass self absorption;
Myriad eyes look but do not see the lonely soul.
To break into that circle of self-centredness
Opens the door to embarrassing hostility.
Like being a lone supporter at an away game,
The warm and friendly smile meets with a frozen glare.
Is what is seen, unseen to their self-absorbed eyes?
Oh, if only that was the case! Then pain would ease
And there’d be an escape route into nothingness.
But in this swirling miasma of worthlessness
A pinpoint of warm and friendly light is shining,
A wellspring of bright colour unique to us all.