I am, he thought, not where I want to be

Or should be, I feel misplaced
Lost, a missed opportunity.

My frame has drifted far away from me

The faded space is left to see,

The hook is still there, no hanging now, but empty.

My square peg has been hammered

Into this round hole.

My lines are stammered, fluffed my starring role

The curtain falls,

An open goal is scuffed,,

No hole tapped in, or off the cuff

Impromptu wit, catch riff

Or turn of phrase, instead obscenity.

My epitaph will hold no weight

But simply state fragmented memory

In muddled, mumbled words, wrote ungrammatically

I crashed the gate at my life’s own party

And in the mirror sense no empathy.

Out of focus, edges dim and blurred

A story from a tale, a saying never heard.

This mind and feelings don’t belong to me

I am untethered, wild and free

A child’s balloon, now snagged in thorny tree

My constant sense I don’t belong,

A trembling, deep uncertainty.

Somehow I feel this space is wrong,

This life is not where I was meant to be

But I’ll go on… or not this I… but he.

 

M x