Hello #poetry

Hello, is anybody there,

I’m feeling quite alone,

No letters, emails, or the like,

And I’m sat here with my phone.

I don’t belong

I don’t belong,
Not here,
Least not near,
I’m different,
Think,
Act,
Am different,
There’s a line,
I’m so far over it,
There was a point I did,
Fit in,
Belong,
That point, the line,
Long since erased,
Could I return,
To normality,
Do I want to be normal,
No,
Boring, mundane, predictable,
I just don’t want to be,
Different, odd, a freak,
That sense of being lost,
Lonely,
Alone,
Never goes away,
I look inward,
See a dying heart,
A lost, sorry, soul,
My reflection on inspection hides the truth,
I look well,
Oh well,
What does the mirror know,
Poor show,
I stand like the proverbial weed in the concrete,
Nobody is quite sure how,
I can’t understand why,
A life in a cold grey world,
But I’m still there,
Two fingers to normality,
I may not be alive,
But I ain’t dead.
I don’t belong.

Exhaustion

Tired, cold exhaustion,

She fleets the morning call,

Been too long since she had a friend,

So long now since her fall,

Irreverence much easier,

Than trying to conform,

Where being odd and different,

Seems now to be the norm,

Poetically misled,

She dreams of having hope,

Where once again she’ll feel a part,

Not fall apart, she’ll cope,

‘Til then the liquid dreams, of sunshine gleams,

Are drunk just to get by,

Her exhaustion drains, her daily pains,

With hope lost soon, she’ll die.