outsider


an emptiness invades 
the darkened room 
where his soul
makes it's home 

waking to cries of voiceless laughter
a conceptual imagination 
playing in the mind
his own denigration

borrow smiles from others joy 
renting strenght from peoples hopes 
but inside he reeks nothing but decay 
all played out in a deafening cresendo 

alone in the comfort of himself 
consoling his abyssmal state 
thristing for others embrace 
but all he hears are but choruses of hate 

the outsider looks in 
for some to share in his pain
but those who promise shelter for the poor 
only have eyes to love none but themselves.

I was listening to this when I wrote the poem above. Does it have a connection? Probably but I’ll leave that for your interpretation.

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