Reaching Out Poem by Lee McGregor

I don't want to feel 'Good',
I-NEED-TO-FEEL-ALIVE!
This halfway place,
Insipid space,
Eating away at me day after day,
Succumb to the norm
I see on the faces,
Contrived half smile
A glance away of disdain.
I don't understand,
I thought we're connected,
At least as a race
On this planet in space.
Why do we work so hard to keep
The humans away,
Our own kind at bay?
The ones who would help us to heal
And feel we're not going mad.
That in spite of this foolish
Consuming great lie
Claiming purpose and meaning
This folly called life,
At least in the ways
We live without heart,
We can surely acknowledge
And laugh til it hurts!
Cry on the shoulder of someone who cares,
Agree we see how absurd it all is;
To be trapped by the tension
That holds us so tight,
Resigned to becoming the label we chose,
Of trying to be right all the time.

I feel the closing
The numbing apathy,
My mind clouding over
Discontented reverie,
That halfway is okay
In the absence of pain,
Betrayed once again
By all that I am,
Surrender to comfort
To stray in my zone,
Disconnected encounters with you,
The middle way through will do....

No, please no!
What must I do
To wake up from this dream
To get out of my way?
I don't want to say
I have failed the test,
Staggered and stumbled for such a long time,
Would comfort to hear
Your struggle's like mine.
'Hi there' 's a start
If that's where we begin.
It's just that constraint
And the angst of exposure,
Pain of rejection
Dread of disclosure,
Have shriveled and maimed
The man I've become,
Buried by fear for such a long time,
Living so long underground.

Well I'm still here
And I see that the end
Is not too far away,
Decade times three if life's generous to me,
No time to delay,
Contact is now all I crave.
To start with these words
I proffer to you,
To reach out and touch,
Declare what I know,
You really are all I have
In this world
To make sense of the man,
The person I am....