Isolated

Can't you hear the screams?
Are you deaf to me?

Can you not feel the loneliness? The one that cries out to you. How can you be deaf to that?
How can you be deaf to the way I call you; the way I yearn? Can you not hear my desperation?

The flowers that lie on the floor underneath the shatters glass the ones I hate because they were not from the one my soul seeks. Are you blind? Can you not see how I flail my arms for you to notice me?

Can it be that it's just me? Can it be that I've been blind to it all? Wanting to see something that was never there. It's a revelation that all along I've stood in isolation.