I was the voluntary absentee
I effaced myself most willingly
Mine is a heart blown apart
Dislocated shards of plate glass
Flap down, smashing against
the ground. I too descend
You are no longer my friend
For I have made myself known
And once again you are alone
I close the prison gate
And it is far too late
To wonder if the destination
Has been worth the devastation
What do you do if you feel you do not belong? Not to a group of people, a nationality of people, a race of people, but to the species itself, to the planet itself. You are a minority of one. Somehow alien in a way nobody has ever been able to put their finger upon. But they know you are an outslder. They sense it. They smell blood. Human beings are pack animals just like any other. We have been ever since our inception and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Maybe an angel made a clerical error. All I want is for the world to stop so that I can get off.
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