Dark Blue

Dark blue, dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

and I can envision the swarming of people, the buzzing of dialogue and muted laughters; the hubbub of a room packed with people.

and yet, there is an emptiness, I cannot fill. no matter how many jokes, how many smiles, how many pokes generated.

It cannot be filled. tis a bermuda triangle of my very own.

It is, a bermuda triangle of my own making, taking, stealing, stripping me of everything I was, and am.

... and I let it.