Outcast

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  • Loneliness

    Outcast

     walking through the wet yard... 
     thinking to myself in my mind... 
     contemplating extremely hard... 
     when the answer I did find... 
     the question being asked... 
     where in this world do I belong... 
     the answer for so long was masked... 
     but now sings to me its' song... 
     looking at my family now... 
     and how they act with each other... 
     they remain loyal til death they vow... 
     to brother, sister, father and mother... 
     they talk for hours on end... 
     knowing each other better every day... 
     even on occasion, cards they do send... 
     always knowing just what to say... 
     I am a shadow family member... 
     always lurking just out of sight... 
     my loneliness burning like an ember... 
     wishing with all my might... 
     that one day I will fit in...
     with those I call family... 
     those who know my sins...
     those that hold open arms for me... 
     yet with their eagerness to accept me... 
     I am still uncomfortable... 
     I feel out of place, unfamiliar and eerie... 
     so I give in to my lack of control... 
     giving in to my emotions... 
     knowing finally at long last... 
     this strange and weird notion... 
     that no matter the circumstance I am forever an outcast... 

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    angelwriter commented on Outcast

    05-25-2009

    you can do it friend! im not happy weth the fanily that you have.Just be the best son that you ought to be and in return they will do likewise!Great poem!

    am2anangel commented on Outcast

    05-23-2009

    wow to feel unloved and unwanted by your own family is what I take from this. I have often felt this way with my family feeling I am a burden to them. Again,I enjoy your writing.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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