Overcrowded

Pushed and pulled, no room to breathe,

pressed so close, we twist, we heave.

A sea of bodies, shoulder to spine,

trapped in motion, no space, no line.

Packed together, skin to skin,

a world too small to fit us in.

Why do we cram, why do we shove,

why does the air feel void of love?

Like sardines sealed in metal tight,

stacked and smothered, lost in light.

No space to stretch, no breath to take,

just bodies bent until we break.

We twist, we turn, we shift, we fold,

crumpled stories never told.

Elbows sharp, and voices drowned,

too much noise, yet no one's found.

Still we press, still we fill,

spilling over, bending will.

A world too small, a space too thin,

and yet we push to squeeze within.