Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

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    Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

    Like opening a closed door,
    To find nothing in the room.
    Walking into the room with hope,
    To look around and see an apparition.
    I walk to this ghostly wonder and reach,
    All of a sudden it as anything worth my time does…disappear.
    I look at this and wonder what has happened to me,
    All I can do is sit and listen to everyone vanish.
    From sitting on my own to finding to walking with a beauty,
    To walking as the only guy in a crowd of the opposing sex.
    As I walk I wonder why???
    What did I do to see myself surrounded by this anomaly???
    I think that one day it will fall into a pattern
    A pattern that I like but abhor at the same time…
    From now till the day I pass that final gate,
    I see this being the same till I die…

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    cdeluhery87 commented on Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

    09-17-2009

    nicely written looking forward to reading more of your work

    tink0413 commented on Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

    09-14-2009

    I really liked the poem it spoke to me. Very good.

    ELRey commented on Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

    05-04-2009

    Wonderfull imagry. I esp liked "All I can do is sit and listen to everyone vanish." I have a feeling you can polish this up a bit more if you desire.

    PunoAngulus commented on Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong

    02-05-2009

    Great poem. that feeling about just observing the world and being the guy in the crowd. Wonderful. Thank you for sharing

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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