EstrangedA Poem by emipoemiA passerby throughout society; A silhouette without variety; A phantom blank in reason, bland in rhyme; A soul estranged in nature, lost in time- Shine or shower he wanders. No stranger to decorum or finesse, Clad ever in pristine and dapper dress, With loafers ever fashionably shined, And bowler ever solemnly inclined- Hour by hour he maunders. No eyes to see what wonder lies around, No ears to hear or mouth to voice a sound, No nose to sniff the scents within the air, No sense to feel the wind waft through his hair- On pride and power he ponders. A withered waif with pockets full of sand; A nowhere-man within a nowhere land; A windblown leaf with no trace in the loam; A rolling stone with no direction home- Of sweet and sour he squanders. -EDP © 2017 emipoemi |
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