Alone

[lostworld]

The room is full of people
With friends and enemies
People that I barely know
And some I’ve never seen.

Like strangers riding on a bus
Unconnected except by fate
Never would have seen before
Yet, now seems almost set.

Many different faces
No one looks the same
Yet even in this crowded room
A cold darkness came.

With so called friends around me
A coldness settles here
I realize without sadness
That this place is queer.

The room is full of people
And yet I am alone
A loneliness has settled
Atop a frozen throne.

[hillwalker]

A very intense poem - conveying a touch of paranoia in a very chilling way.
Not so sure about the final line, unless it is meant to intensify the sense of coldness and isolation.

An effective piece of writing nonetheless.

H

[MorpheusSandman]

Hillwalker nailed the perfect adjective; chilling. I love the sense of detachment - as if some kind of ghost is describing a funeral home gathering.