Grand Emptiness
Cameron Crawford
August 2003

Sometimes around many people, soul
Feels small.
Small enough to feel the pains of lonliness, acceptance
And desired accolades.
Come away, retreat from your sea of
Unknown, cold, faces.
Step into a world all your own,
Unvisited and unfamiliar land
For the throngs surrounding me.
Why am I bored
In the midst of 200 people?
A seemingly popular man,
Slowly folds into a lonely chamber.