Outside

 

From behind this glass

I see the world safely,

warmly, comfortably,

 

but I am an outsider,

watching others

play their games,

and I’m losing something,

 

singing to myself

just for the sound of it,

as people converse,

share stories,

touch lives,

 

I sit, dazed by their brilliance,

by their ability to connect

on a level somewhere

deeply hidden,

 

a distant shore of hope

where I dare not tread often,

 

a forest of uncertainty where

a soul yearns for acceptance,

a heart longs for familiarity, and

a mind screams to be different.

Reviews

[deadlife]

It's Sad..because it's so very true.

[Don Coorough]

What is significant, to me anyway, about this poem is the juxtaposition of the quietude, the inaction, the "unsharing" if you will. There is an emotional detachment in that. Then, at the end, you scream. There is no emotional detachment there. No, that end line grips the reader and won't let go. Another example of you reaching for some new chops. I like it when you reach for something new, when you take on a challenge and won't let go. Keep reaching. Don't ever stop. - EllisD

[Hakim Bensiali]

this I like very much..... beautiful ending as you hit a very distinct tone a voice that I think moved from isolation to a certain degree of hope.

Very nice; I loved the flow of words near the end.

xx

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We always tend to feel like outsiders when we don't want to take chances so we watch... a wonderful expression of just how it fees to play it safe.

[Gandré]

This intelligently written, this fits for everyone....I like the playfulness of choices.....and I like the positiveness of your getting near to the next one.... to see what he/she has to share........trully wonderful.

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Interesting, this poem brings an Ozzy Osbourne song to my mind. Strange. For some reason, when I read this I think of a feeling that everyone can relate to, yet this seems to be something isolated and individual, making it somewhat of a personal feeling as if it is something that not everyone can understand. There seems to be a unique and uncommon voice behind a common feeling and emotion. I think that's the best aspect of reading this poem. I think the fourth and the last verse precipitates this feeling.

[Dionysus Cain]

th elast line was pretty good, it made the poem to me. i connect with this poem, for myself is cornered within the walls of my own mind..i just don't think they would understand