Shriek of the Disenchanted

Shriek of the Disenchanted

A Poem by Marlon Ferguson
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A cry in the wilderness...

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“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

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Marlon Ferguson
Marlon Ferguson

Asheville, NC



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I 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..

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