Chris Matthews.

Wilderness is a Crowded Street.

 

Silence stings the ears of the hearer,

Cacophony of sound, unheard.

Loneliness turns to solitude,

Converse without a word.

 

Wilderness is a crowded street.

A passer-by nobody sees.

Togetherness now disjointed,

Run! I feel their disease.

 

Money is their mind set,

Full wallet yet they're poor.

A heart of gold inside me,

Theirs, an open sore!

 

Some own the World, yet are bankrupt,

Emotionally discharged black-holes.

Shiny shoes that point to nowhere,

Prices, still on their soles.

 

All the broken people,

Nobody tells me why.

Orphaned, divorced, mistaken,

I'll not lay down to die.

 

To roll over and just take it,

Is what they'd like us to do.

So let's all speak out, be counted,

Not be part, of the Zoo!

 

©Chris Matthews.