Stranger Poem by Barry Middleton

Am I cursed, a stranger here,
to struggle down a different road,
failing the trial, running from fear,
never breaking the secret code?

I live bewildered far apart,
even in a boisterous crowd,
my grief is held within my heart.
I seldom speak my pain aloud.

Yes I find the world too cold
and so I choose to just observe;
bruised in youth, if truth be told,
I hide within a strange reserve.

Some are strangers on the Earth,
and travel far to seek the light.
We live our lives of little worth,
and die exiled no friend in sight.