You're Strange in This TownA Poem by Eric LeeQuiet sounds, fail to prevent your untamed mind from constant babble. The choirs of your mind dispute. Belting songs of, opinion, confusing you, yet a little more. Diverse uncertainty, a different kind of soul. You’re strange in this town. A light breeze breaks the ghostly silence. during a typical evening, walking through this tranquil, laid back settlement. Where you live, your mind, your dreams, your ways, all stark contrasts, to the comfortable, simple, common way of life. You’re strange in this town Your dress sets you apart from the rest. Pants and shirts, a little tighter. Shoes, a little brighter. Nails painted darker, Your eyes. Erratic movement. You’re strange. You’re just a touch too far, from the rest. The words you use, not common among “their” language. The dreams your heart holds captive, not possible, Even as “they” live. But what exactly is it, that makes them right? Why are you the strange one? The outcast? The odd kid on the corner? © 2008 Eric LeeReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 21, 2008 Last Updated on February 21, 2008 AuthorEric Leereading, PAAboutIm 19. Live in a small town. Music is my passion but I've recently discovered just how cleansing writing can be. more..Writing
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