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Among Friends
Josh Oldham
Standing in the midst of many
I stand-alone
As the people talk
Like I am not there
As the people walk
Without acknowledgement
And so I begin to disappear
Simply to fade away
Drifting away into emptiness
That surrounds peoples’ lives
Until there is nothing but an unnoticed shadow
Standing in the midst of many
I stand-alone
As the people talk
Like I am not there
As the people walk
Without acknowledgement
And inside, starting from the very center
An icy tendril grows
Making its way through my soul
Sapping the desire to be seen
To be heard
To be noticed
And loved or even hated
Standing in the midst of many
I stand-alone
As the people talk
Like I am not there
As the people walk
Without acknowledgement
It winds throughout
Until it has no room to grow
Then it bursts forth
Shattering all that is left
Standing in the midst of many
I stand-alone
As the people talk
Like I am not there
As the people walk
Without acknowledgement
And so it makes its way
Into its next victim
Leaving no trace of its destruction
Until the end
When there will be none
To consume.
Standing in the midst of many
I stand-alone
As the people talk
Like I am not there
As the people walk
Without acknowledgement