Jan 24, 2020Jan 23, 2020the50yearoldpoet4 Comments

Blind Alley

What if no one ever reads

the words that I’ve written.

then they will never know

why I could never fit in

to this life that has

too many borders

for me a person who found

it hard to follow orders.

Independent with no

particular plan to follow

left me isolated with

too much guilt to swallow.

Unable to explain

myself verbally,

I found myself been led

down a blind alley,

where all my dreams

and hopes were lost,

leaving me empty and

alone to count the cost.

Now I just write to

exorcise my frustration

and try to ease these

feelings of desperation.

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