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Like a single drop of rain

From a quiet moonlit sky

Separating as it meets the ground

Evaporating shortly there after

 

I feel translucent to the world

I am isolated and alone

Completely torn apart, misunderstood

Every effort to improve, dissapates

As the morning dew burns off into the day

 

I feel spurts of anger that soon float away

Constantly revisiting my secret fustrations

Exhausted from the simplicities of living

Crippled, I run twice as fast to keep up

Betrayed in every opportunity for trust

 

So afraid and so confused

Which direction is up?

No recognitions for my feeble efforts

No relief from my shattered existance

So tired from this gainless battle

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Tattered~

 

Another heart felt poem! Thank you for sharing. I hope it wasn't written about how you are currently feeling. However, if it is, please accept this BIG HUG from me. :0)

 

Also, I only see one correction needed, opportunity was mispelled. :0) (yeah yeah don't look at my most recent poem posted it's a gramatical night mare lol)

 

I look forward to reading more!

 

~Salinye :butterfly:

 

Fixed any spelling I saw, anything I missed? - Peredhil

Posted

The balance between solitude and lonliness.

Individuality and isolation.

Belonging or being absorbed.

 

Personally, I'm often loneliest in a crowd, but I like how you took it deeper than the superficial 'me' focus to ask, "Who am I?"

 

What a powerful question - how do I define myself?

As a relationship? Father, Husband, Son, Friend?

As a label? Male, Soldier, Poet?

 

Or in some other way. How important are the labels with which we define ourselves and our boundaries...

 

Thought provoking work on a training day.

 

Good job.

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