I sit in exile
Dark and alone
Head spinning
Stomach clenching
Ears straining
Eyes wide
Frostbitten from
Cold shoulders and icy glares
I float along the edge of the circle
Drifting on the high-tension wire
Humming the outcast’s hum
I laugh when they do
Make the animal sounds
Squawk and roar and hiss and cackle
I hear the whisperings of nothing
And the chatter of nobody
Things I had to be there for
But wasn’t
I can hold the secret in my hand
Roll it over in my mind
Tap it with a hammer
Try to make it sing
But the truth is slapping my face
I am not one of them.
The joke is on the inside
And I am not.
Dark and alone
Head spinning
Stomach clenching
Ears straining
Eyes wide
Frostbitten from
Cold shoulders and icy glares
I float along the edge of the circle
Drifting on the high-tension wire
Humming the outcast’s hum
I laugh when they do
Make the animal sounds
Squawk and roar and hiss and cackle
I hear the whisperings of nothing
And the chatter of nobody
Things I had to be there for
But wasn’t
I can hold the secret in my hand
Roll it over in my mind
Tap it with a hammer
Try to make it sing
But the truth is slapping my face
I am not one of them.
The joke is on the inside
And I am not.
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