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Outsiders
by Alisa JsIt matters not that the words slip
And no one is any the wiser, you speculate
Reckless rips of tinkering seared in your brain
Never to leave, regardless of how long I remain
It surfaces each time a hiccup occurs
Always just under the tip of your tongue
And you can't let it go
Can you?
Why do I bother to stay?
What am I seeking that could possibly matter
At this late date, my sanity's run dry
At the last border town, I managed to crawl through
Leaving the dust mites as I rolled away
And under the cover of pleasantries
I tried,
While you lied to my face and I chose not to listen
My reasons never explained,
Not that you would hearken
Not that you'd care,
You live in your own world where nothing makes sense
To us outsiders, way out here
05/23/2008 Posted on 05/24/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/24/08 at 06:12 PM Ah, who the decieved and who the deciever? Really well done lady! I love "I rolled away the under cover of pleasantries". How many times have we done that. Nice write, too many things to comment upon. |
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