Conceit (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes
you just have to accept that you don't belong

to anyone
or anybody or any group
or society

at first it is
painful to accept
trying to spell out this misery

but then
there is always that

on the other hand
that blessing in disguise

there is peace
in your being you

there is originality
in your journey

now that you are alone
but not really
lonely

lovely
is the scene without any
taint of any one
of them

their shadows
stink and you begin to close
your mouth