Where are you?
Am looking, and not finding.
Have you already gone from this life?
There is an empty place, making me lonely.
I can bare the wait, of the age.
I can bare being the uncounted remainder
What I cannot accept, is am an only.
Nature likes an equal. Opposite.
The 'man in me, cries to the stars
The person I am, has taken me to the ends.
Both forwards and abstractly.
And no where, was there, a male me.
I only have this little life,
To meet him that is for me.
To enjoy, the love, as we suppose love should be experianced
The how of which, is natures gift of keep going.
But no...
Not for me.
Am I so off putting, repulsive, and too much like hard work?
Am I too sweet....
Can they not swallow the bitter, of my tears.
As I laugh over the irony.
Of, am one of them, like me.
To be the me.
That nature has pre selected in my genes.
Am doing my best, to be my best..
And that, must, has to be, enough.
My mutated brain...
My mutated... guess from nature, giving a me a go.
Green lighted, to exist, to be real.
Then only shunned and cast to the fringe.
Where, strange beings live.
On the brink...
Of complete, mental collapse.
Since, their ideas and dictates, don't apply;
At least, my soul, is healed.
From, the tatters, it used to be.
Simply, by accepting...
Its just as much part of my own senses as the physical avatar.
©wrennie
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