An outcast
That's what I've been
Most of my life they never knew I existed
I was simply invisible
Or so i thought
I didn't talk much
For fear for wha they would do
I was the loner
Who faded away in large groups
It was as if God had drawn a circle
Around everyone else
And simply left me out
Then i opened my eyes plain to see
I was not the only one
There were others like me
The rebels
The gypsies
the loners
We were all persona non grata
So we made our own circle
and drew ourselves in
For we relized in heart
Perhaps not blood
We were next of kin
Author notes
for a contest option number 5 based off of this quote "They drew a circle and left me out. A herrick, rebel, a thing to flaunt, but, me and LOVE had the wits to win. We made a circle and drew THEM IN"
A contest entry
- Not sure a title! But come anyway! by Lost in a Dreamstar.
448 points, ended November 25, 2008, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
AWESOME
This is an AWESOME poem I love the writing style in this one. it gets personal and shows feeling its AWESOME
-
strong
dia dhuit,
(hello in gaelic)
this smacks of truth. we are all alone, all the way to the end house, the cold, straight house and commonality is rare and, perhaps, irrelavent. we seek, often, what is not our own and then it becomes such.
i like, very much, the circle theme drawn by the hand of god. it is an interesting literary stance.
you are a strong writer. many golds to you.
slain agut
(goodbye in gaelic)
kevin o'connor/ui'connabhair -
That was great! Congrats on the trophy!
-
I loved it! Congrads! So far your the only one who did this option! Great!
Adding your comment:
