Ostracized…

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I feel awkward again.

Invisible, and small.

You turn me into a stranger,

I don’t belong with you all.


From pedastal to shelf,

It’s a long way to fall.

Now I’m gathering dust.

I’m invisible, and small.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Stella…

 

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the colours turned to gray.

She roamed the streets of Limbo,

she forgot to laugh and play.

Her shed became a hidey hole,

her projects gathered dust.

In that smoke filled room,

Stella sat with her gloom,

and picked holes in herself with disgust.

 

 

Thank you for the first line M8M8. Xx

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Redundant…

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It’s the end of an era,

in more ways than one.

A career,   a companion,

added up, equals none.

 

I’m sitting alone,

while you snore in my bed.

Next time I crave conversation,

I’ll phone a chatline instead.

 

 

 

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Hindsight…

HindsightAm I lost?

Or am I hiding?…

I don’t know where I’ve gone.

How did I lose the Me I know?

Why did it all go wrong?

I sit alone in silence,

staring blankly through the night.

I try to find my way, by looking back,

the path is clear, through life,

in hindsight.

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Actions speak louder than words…

You keep saying that you love me,

but I don’t want to hear those words from you…  

   

I want to feel them. 

 

Mind games…

 

It’s a new day and I feel calm.

I sit in bed, surrounded by smoke.

My phone beeps with a good morning text from you.

Surely you don’t expect me to reply.