Poem: 'The Dark Crowd Of Nothing'

So, here's another poem!
Yesterday evening I wanted to go to sleep (it was something like 2 p.m.), so I turned my light off, and suddenly: a burst of creativity, poetry and, that's unusual, english! I turned my light on and started to write 2 poems, I'm going to be showing you one of them. It's a little bit of a dark, frightning one, but I hope you will like it. It's called 'The Dark Crowd Of Nothing'. O, and by the way, it's not that I'm very depressed or so, but I found it very interesting to think about these things, eventhough I'm not feeling the same way AT ALL.
Check it out!

Try to see through it, why would this man think this way? Why is he in such pain?
Did he lost somebody? Is he depressed? Does he have a very bad disease, like cancer or so?
Open up your mind, maby you will have a creative burst too, and write it down!
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Staring out of the window,

A reflection in my eyes,

pain.

Looking in the eyes,

of somebody that I used to know,

but lost,

in the big crowd of fear and non-fear

Somebody, behind those cold, empty eyes,

behind the mask, hiding the negative part of our soul,

It's there,

His arms wrapping around his legs,

his hart screaming for help,

for a light,

in the dark crowd of nothing.

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