That feeling of sorrow,

Neither here or there,

Not round. Not square.

From the outside peering in,

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!


A bellowing storm, an uneasy calm

A sky full of grey.

Any piercing ray covered real quick

To keep my hopes at bay


I bang the door and kick and shout

“just take me away from here”

A muffled reply, a polite goodbye

“we don’t want you near”


I trudge along the gravel path,

a step against the wind.

walking till I tire,

or until the end.


I wander around aimlessly,

Not sure if I can go on.

A question I’ve still not answered

Will I see the sun?



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