Misfits,
so laugh
I hear
the wind blowing and my ears ringing
It’s
silence because I know what’s missing
It’s that
emotion and embrace of feeling
The sound
of love, Friday child’s breathing
Still
quiet it’s time when sadness and tears reign
That time
of nite just past three when life can feel in vain
It’s when
mistakes and lost loves are the cane
They
strike with regret and there’s only pain
Restlessness
into a sleepless nite is an evil rite
Bestowed
by hidden demons that attack like any blight
‘Tis then
that is seen loves that were or could have been kissed
‘Tis then
when there’s no façade your soul turns against you and hisses, “missed!”
Who
designs this troubled soul, happy and joyous but attached to sadness?
The void,
the abyss where it lives because love is a constant miss
How
scarred can a soul be that compassion becomes its key
Ironically
it’s the lonely rejected misfit of eccentricity that loves so easily
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