A lover alone without love.
A mystical cloud covers my eyes,
Keeping me hidden away.
Words pile up on top of each other,
While swirling around my ears,
taunting me every second.
Becoming a stranger in a well known land.
The land looks familiar,
But the faces blur.
Disappearing into the scenery around them.
What if I told you that I do not belong here?
What would you think?
Your eyes would probably be glazed.
And your face flushed.
Confusion will cloud your judgement,
Yet you look at me with sympathy.
A stranger in your strange land.
A stranger that will be etched forever into your memory.