rush hour flood, or heart storm

i know what
that feels like
moments of distress
abandonment
in a rush hour crowd
that feels like
walking
through mind storms
flooded by sorrow
unspoken
ignoring
voices in the wind
a need to be not seen
well meant but alien
well wishes but unknown
i know this
runs like
water in a creek.

blur cars dew drops

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