Shriek of the DisenchantedA Poem by Marlon FergusonA cry in the wilderness...“Hello…Is anybody there?” I peck on glass panes as passers-by Scurry to escape my reach. “They don’t hear me!” I preach. “Nor do they seem to care. Nor can I fathom why.”
“Am I so filled with human swill That crowds, with cruel eyes fixed, turn away? Do I not bleed as men bleed? Do tears not stain my cheek? Must I, cursed at birth, still Suffer so, night and day?
Dolt-head celebrities, rejoice! Perhaps, if I were thee, the masses Might embrace me heartily! Unconditionally! And covet, by their choice, My fame till it passes.
Alas, self-pity rights no wrong. My shriek pales before the global whine. Tsunamis, earthquakes, and war, By rights, deserve much more Attention from the throng Than simple sighs of mine. © 2024 Marlon Ferguson |
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Added on July 18, 2024 Last Updated on July 18, 2024 Tags: Angst, revelation, social acceptance AuthorMarlon FergusonAsheville, NCAboutI enjoy painting, writing, and recording music. I have self-published two novels: "Second Wind" (coming of age drama) and "Amalgam" (horror/suspense) and a book of poetry: "Beyond the Light". more..Writing
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