i always wonder
when i do the mediocrities of life
feeding my dog
washing dishes
answering calls and messages
where do i belong?
in the quiet of the night
when i try to sleep
in the daytime when i wake
from a nightmare so real
i look at myself in the mirror and ask
where do i belong?
no home for the broken
no home for the pessimist
they say to think that way is
a form of degradation
am i not merely a realist?
where do i belong?
no friend in the daytime
no lover by midnight
it's always been me, myself, and i
the shutter sound when
i capture the night sky
where do i belong?
the wild ones
the quiet ones
the smart, pretty, and dumb ones
they have places to be but i
i still don't
i don't think i'll ever belong
maybe in another life
i'll have somewhere to belong
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i, you, & them
Poetryan anthology of poems poured from daily thoughts of just i, you, & them. heed the tags.
