I am turned away every day, even when I got a ticket to play
Running alone in a different circle from you, but I have nothing to prove
Wanting so much social attention, what does that do for you
The forgotten one left behind because it was fun
Lost in verbal abusiveness without one witness
Victim blaming is the way to cover up the shame
So many problems looking for a fix, I don't want to pay for any of those tricks.
Resourceful or resentful, what does my mood have to do with you
Pushed away like we are in a crowd, don't ask where I am now
The forgotten one tries to run, hoping to look for fresher air a brighter sun.
Confused, placed in the corner of excuses.
The crushing silence as if what I did was beyond violent
A sign at the clubhouse door saying I am not allowed
The sounds of silence you make are so loud
No communication, no direction where do I go now
©Copyright Thomas J. Dooley 2021
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Thomas J. Dooley (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2021 07:34
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Comments1
insightful commentary, truly
but trust in your words
to highlight and convey your impassioned points
often bold italics - distract
where subtle resonance of eloquence: enlightens..
(just my humble opinion)
thanks for sharing
what is, unquestionably: a thought provoking read
They were kind of my notes for the flow and rhythm of the poem, not the point I was conveing. My process for writing notes on paper, then putting them together on my blog site PurpleNotes, then C/P that to a word doc for a little formatting, then C/P to here, and to other sites.
Thanks
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