Crowds

[Helga]

I'm sitting in the corner,
watching life go by.
I watch the crowd
pushing around,
then slowly disapearing.
Everything is silent.
And then the crowd appears again,
I stand up and try to join them,
to find out were they go
and why they leave.
but they push me back to my seat.
I sit in the corner and wait.
the crowd dosen't come again,
I sit in the corner and wait.

[Koa]

Oh again...Again I relate to your feelings a lot, Helga... But I find the image quite original, I've never thought of a crowd pushing back, as isolated as I might have felt.
It feels even a bit claustrophobic... And the last 3 lines are simply wonderful (again I like the end of one of your poems...I guess you must be good at endings!:)). Very good, I like it more than the other one :) *claps hands*

[Helga]

I'm glad you like it, I wrote it at school last year when I was sitting in my seat and nobody talked to me like most days and I felt like they were pushing me back whenever I tried to speak up and say something.