The Outsider
by merlyn on Mar.10, 2005, under Poetry
There is laughter in the air,
but it is not mine.
Conversation flows,
around me, not through.
My mouth opens,
but I am not heard.
There is a bond here,
but I am not a part of it.
I am detached,
and I detach.
The distance is short,
yet the gulf is uncrossable.
I disappear
and no one notices.
Outside
by merlyn on Mar.01, 2005, under Poetry
Light streaming through a window,
onto the pale face peering from outside.
Watching, seeing the life celebrated within.
Watching the conversations,
the friendships,
the loves.
Outside, the loneliness is chilling,
cutting to the bone.
A tentative hand reaches up,
to tap at the window,
then freezes,
paralyzed by fear.
A sudden wrench,
perspective changes,
What was once outside looking in…
Is now trapped inside,
looking out.
