I am a stranger
in a strange land.
A lost soul
who does not understand.
Why people do not
speak to me.
Why they ignore my presence
constantly.
I am here
I exist.
I jump about
SHOUT!
But they insist.
On walking right on by
Without a look
I take from their eye.
What's going on?
Have they all gone blind?
And deaf as well
As far as I can tell
For I shout and yell
and yell and shout.
But they just go
right on about
their business.
And it is with a heavy heart
I find myself here.
Drawn back to the place that
I do not hold dear.
For I have been
On the Outside -
Looking In -
At everything I used to do
Everything I used to be.
Now, those things are past
and silently.
I make my way back
to the grave.
And one day,
dear reader,
you will be.
On the Outside -
Looking In
Like me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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