Legions of nameless
Hurry by,
Their untold stories
Remain classified.
Wisdom unimparted,
Opportunities missed,
Countless chances but
Lives unenriched.
Faces unseen,
Eyes on the destination,
Much too busy to
Simply stop & listen.
Heads in the clouds,
Noses to the grindstone,
Many here together
Yet each is here alone.
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Carrie Mayhem 
amazing & powerful Carrie 🙂
keep ’em coming girl 🙂
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Thanks Vishal! I’m never going to quit writing again, so they’re coming. 😉
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So true. When it comes right down to it, we ARE alone inside our little universes. But we have disconnected from one another even more when we are in person and seem to connect more in a virtual way. Interesting. You got me thinking!
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Since becoming a writer, I hear this a lot: “You’re a writer? I’ve got a story for you.” I’ve heard some facinating things that I wouldn’t have, had the individual not found out what I do. I had no idea what I was missing.
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Interesting!
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Reblogged this on stgreenie.
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So much painful truth in this poem
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Writing has been a conduit to new relationships and stories I wouldn’t have heard had I not started writing. Now I know what I was missing before.
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Beautiful and powerful voice, I loved this Thank you! 🙂
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Thank you Joe! We all have so much to learn from one another.
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Good writing. And I like your name too, Mayhem. Very cool. Keep it up and good luck!
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Thank you very much! I appreciate the visit and the lovely words. You are too kind. 🙂
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Really insightful. I am thinking of all the people I walk by now and how they are lost in their thoughts..
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Thank you! I do it too. I wonder about their worries, fears, victories, defeats… we all have them, but few share them. I think that’s why I love reading blogs so much. 🙂
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