Signal Static

Glass canyons rise,
A million windows gleaming,
But no one sees me.

Headphones blast the beat,
A wall against the city,
Still, silence echoes.

Scrolling, endless stream,
Faces blurred in fleeting light,
No real touch remains.

My small apartment,
A fortress built of brick and fear,
Safe, yet so alone.

Subway rumbles past,
A metal snake through the dark,
Each face a lost soul.

Rain on window pane,
Tears the city cannot see,
Just another drop.

Coffee shop is full,
But tables hold only screens,
A digital hum.

Walk the crowded street,
Shoulder to shoulder, yet miles
Between each beating heart.

Building lights flicker,
A code I cannot decipher,
Just a lonely glow.

Another message,
A notification's cold ping,
No human feeling.

The moon, a pale disc,
Lost in the electric glare,
A distant comfort.

Empty park bench sits,
A silent invitation,
But I keep walking.

The city breathes deep,
A concrete lung, but for whom?
Not for me, it seems.

A siren wails loud,
A cry lost in the city's din,
Echoes in my soul.

My reflection stares,
A ghost in the window pane,
Who is that person?

Keyboard clicks and hums,
A digital connection,
But where is the warmth?

Another late night,
Scrolling through the endless void,
Hoping for a sign.

The city sleeps now,
A million dreams intertwined,
But mine feels so far.

Streetlights paint the walls,
A sterile, artificial dawn,
Another day starts.

Cracked sidewalk ahead,
A metaphor for my life,
Broken, but still here.

I watch the sunrise,
A sliver of hope appears,
A fragile new start.

Maybe today then,
A connection, a real touch,
To break the silence.

Fingers trace the glass,
A barrier, cold and clear,
Longing to reach out.

The wind whispers low,
A secret in the alleyways,
'You are not alone.'

A distant guitar,
A melody through the noise,
A brief, sweet comfort.

I close my laptop,
And step outside, into the
Chaos, and the chance.

Maybe in the crowd,
There's someone who feels like me,
Lost, but still seeking.

The city awakens,
A symphony of sirens,
And a heartbeat too.

A smile, unexpected,
A stranger's fleeting kindness,
A spark in the dark.

Sunlight on my face,
A warmth I hadn't noticed,
A small, gentle grace.

One small step forward,
Into the urban jungle,
No longer hidden.

The static fades slow,
A faint signal emerges,
A human connection.

Perhaps not today,
But the hope remains alive,
To find my own voice.

In the heart of it,
The concrete and the steel, I
Am still, simply, here.

The city hums on,
A lonely song, but also,
A song of survival.