Mike Acker

Inside The Mind Of An Outsider - Poem by Mike Acker

I am here, inside the outside.
I have been here for a while,
now. You never know exactly
when, or how it comes about,
but none of that matters, anyhow.

The key is that once inside,
you begin to belong and
you begin to get along
with the others, here, outside.
Morbidity morphs into the familiar

and the comprehensible,
once you're in the outside.
I hear the others, inside,
the ones who have not lost
their mind yet, to find

their way to here, the outside.
Their wasted words still echo
in my ears. They are sad for,
sadness hasn't reached them yet.
We talk, these insiders, and I,

like two stars passing each other
in the night. Their light shines
off me and mine does not. Neither
cold nor warmth are exchanged.
Neither recognizes the other,

as they are still, without,
and I am now well within,
this outside.

Topic(s) of this poem: Life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 5, 2014

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