ALIEN

Alienation

Shut out

Corrupted, shunned by all

An alien to my own

An alien due to my own mistake

This I do not deserve

 

Web spinning

Roar of machines

The automaton is helpless in the hands of its creator

Victim of a puppet

Controlled by the master

The one in charge

All the time

 

On a desert plain I stand

Alone

Surrounded by mirages

And hopes and dreams that would have been mine

Had I not entered my cosmic fire

 

The sun beats down harshly

Mercilessly

Its mocking glare blinding me

As forced to face it, no matter how I hide

The blatant truth is there

 

Dry dusty grains of sand

Offer no comfort to my tired mind

Running to an oasis, sheltering in its coolness

Is just temporary

 

Because the harsh glare of the sun is still there

Blinding an alien in an unknown land

 

Sandstorms controlled by the master

The dust clouds my vision and obstructs my view

Camouflage of the macabre reality

Shielded by flowering blossoms

And soothing waves

 

But the storms must die down

And then true reality is revealed……

 

The mirage had faded and this is for real

This- that lies before me

 

How can I belong when I don't fit

I ask myself again and again

No, I don't belong

On this desert plain

In this harsh, hostile life

Where everything is so sinister and strange

 

Why try to make me one of your own

When you know that I don't belong?

Why drag my resisting frame along these sands

That are so rough and so sharp

They cut right through to my veins

Can't you see that I don't belong?

 

The sun goes down

The chill winds blow

I am left alone - again

Turning slowly in the dark, I begin to walk

Trying to find the old familiar path

Slowly, slowly seeking to regain

 

My peace, my world, my own.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like verses 3 and 4 best, for their imagery. And the way the internal debate ensues. And then the resumption of the journey with 'Turning slowly in the dark, I begin to walk'. Yes, I like that line.

Many will understand this state of extreme alienation and the sense resignation to how things are as an outsider, for whatever reason.

[Dark Priestess]

When I wrote this, indeed that was the feeling.... and I am happy I achieved my goal of showing it.