Families gathered round the table,
For me, that's another fable.
Warm turkey for all,
I'm out in the hall,
Unseen, unheard,
Are holidays absurd?
To me they are,
I strum my guitar.
Sing songs of pain,
Tell of despair's reign.
While they dig in,
A tale I will spin.
Speak of life so inane,
It could drive one insane.
Could it all be a lie?
Can words dignify,
Bring truth to light,
They eat all in sight.
Fatter they become,
Soon they succumb,
Blinded by nomality,
It's all banality.
They don't even know I'm gone,
Like I wasn't there all along.
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Author:
AnAlpaca (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2021 07:40
- Category: Family
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Comments4
It’s truly sad
When your not alone
There is so much chaos
Yet no one knows what is a person suffering
Empathy and the will to understand has diminished
I wish people could become more sensitive
How I wish the world not only become wiser in machines
But even in emotions
Yet in front of IQ , the EQ was rejected
In terms it never made green in pockets
So well depicted the sadness and aloofness
Very sad
I hope you can let go the words on sheet
Shout on mps with your poetry
"In a crowded room only I am alone."
It sucks to feel this way, it really does. I found that I was better off without it, so I left. Keep your chin up, soldier.
Thank you! I try.
Sad words AnAlpaca, families can be like this sometimes but hopefully all will be well soon. In the meantime we on MPS are here for you.
Andy
Thank you. It's been very hard. Honestly I feel like I'm all alone in this world.
Thank you for sharing this story with us. These are some strong and very relatable words. xx
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it :).
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