Out There

Detached from the crowd,

Apart from the rest,

Not better or worse,

Not more and not less,

Just separate, I know,

I can't bridge that divide,

Can't span that void,

Must look in from outside,

Must never, "Be here,"

In any real sense,

Must observe from the edges,

From, "Over the fence,"

Must take part, but apart,

In present absence.


It's a cold place out here,

Bleak and alone,

Living out on the edges,

Standing out on your own,

But that's just how it is,

And I know that that's true,

But though I'm, "Out there,"

I'll still be here for you.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 26th Jan 2019 02:01

Thanks Sal, do you know I'd never noticed that until you just mentioned it.?

Big Sal

Fri 25th Jan 2019 13:57

Your rhythms highly resemble songs in their cadences and flow.

Great work on all your poetry, Jason.?

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