Strange is the feeling of loneliness among people
Mind drifts, feeling of an out of body experience
Lips move, words formed, but an eerie silence permeates
Are those people out doing their daily chores
Or zombies in their pursuit of absolute nothingness
Brain devoid of consciousness bombarded relentlessly
Meanings obfuscated, vacuous, sponge ready to absorb
An environment polluted by rhetorics disguised as gospel
A future mortgaged to satiate immediate pleasures
As the world turns and earth spirals out of bounds
We pontificate, do gooders and despots alike
Two sides of the same obsolete coin, perpetual opposites
As apocalypse stares and doomsday clock nears midnight
We sing everything gonna be alright as the earth cries
Fleeting Muse 
A powerful poen perfectly depicting the world we live in.
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Thank you.
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Aww. Great poem filled with pathos; true life for so many people who feel swallowed up in chaos or drowning in nothingness. So glad for freedom from that. I have not experienced it but I believe it would be a battle for me if I lived in NYC or LA. Glad for my bedroom community.
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Have not lived in any one of those “great” cities, so can’t comment about that. I myself am a small city guy though I can’t call our lovely city, San Jose, small by any means.
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I was in Oklahoma once, driving from Rolla, MO to Bartlesville, OK. With a six month old baby and a two door dinky little Toyota Corolla. Much before cell phone and gps or Google maps. And we got lost. Took a left turn somewhere instead of right. After driving miles through wheat fields, came to small mom and pop gas station and grocery store and stopped for direction. Amongst the six feet plus tall southern white guys milling around there, this dinky little brown Indian stood out like a sore thumb. The kind, old store keeper, from what he could understand from my heavily accented questions and what I could understand from his southern drawl, gave me a direction that was not anywhere on the Rand and Mackinley map but got me back on the right road after an hour or so. For me, at that moment on that day, he was God😊
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I understand from my Mississippi mess ups last month. I said “Just keep on driving. This road has to go somewhere.” In Ms you will find something in 10, 12, 15 miles. In Oklahoma sometimes it can be an hour from one town to the next. In the Panhandle; fortunately the are closer that that in the NE part of the state. Glad you found “God” for you that day; He really does come in handy everyday. Just a reminder. 😀 Sorry about the illness of your mother-in-law and the lack of sleep. Hope your wife is more comforted about her mother.
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Thanks Oneta.
When one is far away from near and dear ones, there is always some inbuilt stress. It’s a part of life, I suppose.
By the way, I am always in good terms with the old guy (or girl? ), both on our own terms😂
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Nicely penned, so reflective about our new dark age. Yes, the earth cries. We should listen to our planet that I think will always survive while many of its human and nonhuman animals plus the other beings like trees and plants are dying and will continue to do die because of our stupidity. BTW, you need to correct a typo in the title: loneliness.
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Thank you so much for your kind words and more so for pointing out the mistake. Will correct asap.
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You are welcome, Pranab.
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