#331 A Peculiar Place - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
This world is a peculiar place,
I’m peculiar but don’t belong.
It’s too crowded with too much space,
All is right but all is wrong.
We only momentarily get along.
Faces come and faces pass,
They infrequently care to stay;
Until the shards of broken glass
Have been thoughtlessly swept away
And there’s nothing more to say.
So many lives just sliced in half
As worst nightmares become true.
Why just observe the photograph,
When the scene plays right before you?
And there’s nothing you can do.
The gradual sunlight once again
Outlines the eastern mountain tops,
And I find my closed eyes haven’t been
Effective in making changes or stops,
Still the massive gravel drops.
I discover that I’m still unchanged,
I’m still afraid to face the day.
The world is estranged and deranged
Yet somehow I’ll make it through the gray,
As long as you keep your word and stay.
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