by Richard Vince

The Sun has lent his light
To other lands now. Only
A small patch of brightness
In one corner of the violent sky
Reminds me he was here at all.

Mostly, I keep my light to
Myself. I feel it is not
Welcome often.

Why do I not belong here?
Why am I not at home
Among my peers? Why do
They not give me the time
To be me?

A cool breeze has arrived,
And with it the urgency
Of evening, demanding action.
Will I hide, or
Will I emerge at last?


Posted on 06/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/01/09 at 11:43 PM

Great introspection and some good surrounding imagery to give it the right background. This is good work, man.

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