I happens in life.  But as you get older I think your 'antenna' is more aware.




MISFIT

 

 

In the wilderness of being;
In the depths of man’s despair;
Like a tropical paradise you appeared.

I stopped and tasted your manna,
My tongue eager to listen
And devour concepts that answered my questions.

But more questions were born by you;
More confusion than clarity;
And then you locked the door and I was shut out.

Gaining the key once more, I saw
That you stole my identity,
And didn’t like it when I questioned motives!

So you closed your door once again.
And I now clearly recognise,
That we are not the same – and never could be.

The world is full of mirages.
I must keep my eyes open
And realise there are good reasons why I don’t fit.

 

© Griffonner (c2009) 2026





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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Fucking hell, one of yer best.
2026-05-07


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2026-05-04


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A thinking man's poem (or woman's). Sometimes it takes a long while to realize that you don't fit in. Even when you are constantly hit in the face with the fact. The subject could be a number of things I suppose. Which I like.
2026-05-01


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Causable causes.
2026-04-29


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm guessing that arriving at self-awareness is not a flaw but a sign of proprioception. In which case we are enabled to navigate more clearly and safely than before. Good stuff, dear Allen 🕊️🙏
2026-04-29