Sunday, June 29, 2014



What a sad word
To be separate from others
Left out in the cold
Never daring to reach out
For a gentle touch
Only harsh rebukes for trying
To communicate
We are I know very odd to you
But I stand out
Pushed away from conversation
My words dying fall
Deaf ears blind eyes closed minds
Names called from afar
Nothing but endless taunts of
Derision heaped on more
For the strangeness I represent
Never heard or heeded


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