Estranged

Estranged

A Poem by emipoemi

A passerby throughout society;

A silhouette without variety;

A phantom blank in reason, bland in rhyme;

A soul estranged in nature, lost in time-

 

Shine or shower he wanders.

 

No stranger to decorum or finesse,

Clad ever in pristine and dapper dress,

With loafers ever fashionably shined,

And bowler ever solemnly inclined-

 

Hour by hour he maunders.

 

No eyes to see what wonder lies around,

No ears to hear or mouth to voice a sound,

No nose to sniff the scents within the air,

No sense to feel the wind waft through his hair-

 

On pride and power he ponders.

 

A withered waif with pockets full of sand;

A nowhere-man within a nowhere land;

A windblown leaf with no trace in the loam;

A rolling stone with no direction home-

 

Of sweet and sour he squanders.


-EDP



© 2017 emipoemi



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Added on November 18, 2017
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emipoemi
emipoemi

Toronto, Canada



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