Lonely and alone, I wander the shore of the turbid sea of relationships.
Occasionally I cast a pebble, which of course, disappears without a trace.
The sea teems with life. A seething mass of humanity.
Not all happy, but growing through sharing.
Am I alone in being unable to breathe the waters of life?
Is it necessary to fall into step in order to be accepted?
I do not wish to become another false face in the crowd.
If I cannot be true to myself then I am really lost.
The waves crash violently on the rocks nearby.
Such is the pain and hurt of trying to connect with someone.
I cannot part the water and walk through untouched.
Nor can I walk on the surface.
When I have waded in I seem always out of my depth.
This results in panic and withdrawal.
So here I remain; on the edge.
An outsider looking in.
The sand shifts uneasily beneath my feet.
Is there another who is also on the fringe?
Or am I truly alone on the shore?
Out of place; out of time; out of phase.
Is there anybody there?
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On the Edge
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote many years ago. Whilst my circumstances have changed, the sentiments unfortunately, have not.
