The midnight sky is an umbrella
to my tattered, restless soul –
The moon stays past its time
to listen to my story.
I take my time to lay still,
anticipating the loudness
of silence that would tear me apart.
There is that moment
I never wanted to be in.
There is that loneliness of sorts
waiting for me
in the midst of a loud crowd.
It’s a give or take moment,
and I just let it pass
for another time.
I wonder at my indifference –
it’s alluring, captivating
and triumphant
when I finally succumb.
– March 9th, 2016
© Sana Rose 2016
A sensitive soul ‘s response to loneliness.
I could almost hear the ear- splitting silence , sensitively depicted .
Thank you for the wonderful comment, Santhosh Ma’m.
Thank you, Vijay sir. 🙂