A feeling that developed long ago,
Now surfacing to encumber my hope;
Confusion born from derision, those looks
So foreign - a language life would not endow.
I just shut my eyes to the glare of life.
I walked in a sea of gazes, flailing
In a world bereft of understanding;
In this place, my existence is entombed -
A piece that won’t conform to their puzzle.
I just wait, weightless, until life subsides.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
A feeling that developed long ago,
Now surfacing to encumber my hope;
Confusion born from derision, those looks
So foreign - a language life would not endow.
I just shut my eyes to the glare of life.
I walked in a sea of gazes, flailing
In a world bereft of understanding;
In this place, my existence is entombed -
A piece that won’t conform to their puzzle.
I just wait, weightless, until life subsides.
This was rather hastily written.