MISANTHROPEA Story by The Unknown SithMISANTHROPE- A person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.MISANTHROPE I will say, I am an annoying plague for which favor is returned by the crashing waves. The disease is spit up and removed to avoid contamination by the foreboding sea. With this dismiss; I am afresh upon the shore looking back to the ocean , shaking my clinched fist. Upon examination, I realized with a new found sense of uneasiness that I was once more free. But, woe is me , a cripple before humanity, Unable to sit at the table or merely be stable in-weather, in-ordiver, or in pleasure. Here I am, anew my friend at the end of my own rope, as I loop it tight with the intent to choke. As my flesh crawls like the crabs before me upon the sand, the idol hands beneath the grains with thoughts of burying my own remains. So I may hide from down tilted eyes; that see the failures of my feeble attempts to just survive. I know, yes I know! That all I do is merely for show. So allow the jester to amuse, with skin so thin that the wind will so easily bruise my hollow soul. Another joke is told as deeper proceeds the hole. I reflect, seeing they may in time accept me as one of their own. But, the chance of being exposed as a mirror of failure chills me to the bone. No choice but to stun in what I quickly become; a vile hermit lashing out with a desire to be left in solos. Analytically, they snap back befuddled and amazed as I exit the shores of salvation into the dark distant offset cave. To them, I chimed back at a looking shoulder “ calm your worry some minds, all is fine, your world is just that; not mine.” I swiftly disappeared from all gaze, hiding in my new grave. Self-exiled to a life of deprave, A victim of misanthrope forever, its ungrudging slave. By the unknown sith© 2023 The Unknown SithReviews
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Added on October 28, 2015Last Updated on September 26, 2023 Tags: Humanity, Outcast, Loner, Sith, Short, Story, avoid, Misanthrope, unknown sith, the AuthorThe Unknown SithTNAboutMy writing are like scabs, I can't stop picking at them, The deeper I read, the more they bleed, I am forever a starving artist. more..Writing
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