As I was walking down the dark street,
I thought to myself,
What was I doing there,
All by myself,
What was I seeking here,
All alone.

I was searching for nothing,
Just blindly walking,
Feeling nothing but emptiness,
Seeing nothing but darkness,
Why was I walking there
All by myself?

But I wasn't in the darkness,
Nor was I all alone.
I was surrounded by blinding street lights.
I was amongst people walking on the street.
Yet at the end,
I still saw nothing but darkness,
And felt only the emptiness.
As if I was all alone in this world,
Surrounded by thousands of facades.
Is it what people call desperation?
Or is it despair that people spurn?
If it's anything at all,
Then it is surely worse than death itself.

(c) Sally