Whirlpools of Silence

By This Old Wall

Men and women gather here to be alone within themselves
Some cry, some weep red tears
Some connect with perfect strangers, touch, go away together
No one knows why
By this old wall
But I too feel the melancholy
The utter hopelessness
I call the wall
Some people drop coins and bills
Some ask for help
But everyone feels
what they need most in life
And are left alone to weep

Knowing I’m Not the Only One

We were playing with her little dog outside
who took my treats at a distance,
nervous and f...