The Empty Crowded Room

by The Cowl Editor on February 15, 2018


Poetry


hands bound by iPhone cord
Photo courtesy of readersdigest.ca

by Marelle Hipolito ’21

 

Dear boy in this crowded room,

Do I dare sit next to you?

Will you pause your video, and say hi

Or will you refuse me a second of your time?

 

Dear girl in this crowded room,

Do you see me looking right at you?

Will you pause writing that post and look up

Or is my gaze not strong enough?

 

Dear mister in this crowded room,

Do I dare say hi, and nice to meet you?

Will you be impressed by a face-to-face introduction

Or will you be too worn down by your device dungeon?

 

Dear miss in this crowded room,

Do you hear me compliment you?

Will you remove your blasting headphones and say thank you

Or is your music too loud for my voice to break through?

 

Dear people of this crowded world,

Do you hear my screams, do you hear my hurt?

Or is the light of your screens so bright

You didn’t see me give up, and wave goodbye?