(# 6 & 7)
A
million people back to back
They
wear white, I'm in black
They
walk through life at a rapid pace
I
sit in the aisle and watch the rat race
I
call out to them, as they walk by
I'm
invisible to them, nobody hears me cry
Laughter
and joy echo all around
Burying
me further into the ground
I'm
standing still with nowhere to go
Alone
in the crowd, no friend nor foe
I'm
standing still, emotions astray
Growing
more morose, day after day
Why
don’t they hear me?
Why
can’t they see?
All
that they've done to me…
Why
don’t they know?
Where
do I go?
If I
ever need company…
- Shasya
http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=940276
This poem I found on the internet relates
to my bench in many ways. I felt as if my bench was alone, not being able to be
appreciated for what it truly was, how the beauty of this bench was completely
ignored or not recognized. Instead the bench was lost in the crowd of never
ending trees. There was an outstretch of similar shapes, colors, smells, and feelings
everywhere. Suddenly, a carved baby blue bench beautifully decayed appeared out
of the crowd. My bench cried out for it to be appreciated, to be seen, to not
be alone in the crowd. My bench had no one, and neither did the person in this
poem. She feels invisible to others in this harsh rat race we call earth. The
crowds and crowds of people may wear white, and she black, but she is still
never able to be acknowledged no matter the difference. The person hears
other’s “laughter and joy echo all around” her, which saddens her even more,
seeing that others are able to break through the rat race and the crowds to be
appreciated and stand out. She desperately needs any form of attention, no
matter when she calls out, she is ignored. This person cried out for people to
hear her in this overwhelming crowd of people. It seems as if she isn’t sure of
what to do to be seen, so instead she just “… [sits] in the aisle and [watches]
the rat race.” She doesn’t know what to do with herself completely and feels
lost in the crowd, wanting someone to make her feel wanted and cared for as she
questions “Where [she would] go…if [she] ever [needed] company.” She questions
why no one can see her, nor hear her that matter. My bench and the other girl
in the poem are ‘alone in the crowd, [with neither] friend nor foe,” just
absolution of loneliness. At this point,
both want any form of attention, whether it be negative or positive, as long as
they have been seen as something other an invisible, or just simply seen in the
least. I find quite a large amount of beauty in the bench I had discovered in
the dense forest of Manitoba, and I as well find beauty in this girl. I may not
be able to see her, but I am able to see a small, to some seen as insignificant
piece of her mind, which I find beautiful. She expresses herself and what seems
as her explosive emotions into poetry. To me, this shows a sense of maturity.
She expresses herself in a calm and directive way, while making it beautiful.
This poem may be incredibly simple, but the emotions behind it are nowhere
close to simple. Both my bench and the girl in the poem feel trapped in an
endless cycle of loneliness, and desperately want out; they both desperately
want to feel secure with the comfort of acknowledgment of others. As well they
just want to feel appreciated, to be recognized as different from the crowd.
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