Monday, 5 September 2011

On being shown my place

I'm no one.

Somebody's pride,
somebody's guilt..
Somewhere I hide,
Somewhere I tilt.

Somehow I choke
Somehow exist.
I'm ash and smoke
Of a presumptuous zeitgeist.

I'm no one.

Some laugh at me
Some bite my back
Some show me courage,
Is what I lack.

Some hinder me
Some school.
I'm the worthless dust
Of a momentous whirlpool.

I'm no one.

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