The Unperson

How I feel

I have loved…

And have been loved

I have regrets…

And have been the object of regret

I’ve done some good…

And have been the recipient of some good deeds

I have suffered for myself and others…

And know that others too have suffered for me

Impatient? Yes I have been that…

And I’ve seen impatience directed at me

I have been dishonest…Tho’ only to a small degree

And not nearly as much as others have been to me

Always without…looking in…

Never a taker nor much a giver

Always barely getting by,  thru’ thick and thin

Like a tiny floating twig

On a wide muddy river

A leaf taken hostage by the wind

Wandering aimlessly….here and there

A capricious breeze in the trees

A visage deep etched

On Dark smoked glass

A face sketched in charcoal

By a withered, harried hand

A wall of wire wrapped…

Tight round the heart

I dance with the Devil

And come away uncharred

Always an outrider and knowing full well

That free will is but an illusion

Yet in truth I’m still unfettered and

…Inspired…