No space

Again and again
I am jostled.
I cannot escape.
Everywhere I turn,
I am trapped by throngs.

The chatter is incessant—
The noise never-ending
Crowded and penned in.
And yet alone but harassed.

I seek solitude or companionship,
Not crowds that suffocate.
I seek peace,
And run from the cacophony
Echoing in my head.

I am trapped by throngs,
Everywhere I turn.
I cannot escape.
I am jostled.
Again and again.

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