My Relations by Marriage

A poem about the way I feel about those I am related to, so they say, but really do not care for.

I see them scurrying around the lonely landscape,

the sun glistening off sunburned skin, as the June sky shines on.

I see them,

this cold herd of people, to whom I do not belong,

milling to an fro,

their voices loud like a car crash on a pleasant afternoon,

making me bleed from the ears.

No tourniquet could ever put an end to this.

It is dizzying, out here, under this June sky,

and I squirm,

shielding myself from frozen stares,

icy glares from callous, rural socialites,

dead hellos from a few who throw me a bone,

and this bright June sky casts its eternal glow,

signaling what could be.

If only,

if only.

If only I was more like them,

or they as human as I,

but it is not to be,

and I see them all retreat,

mercifully, a few with hollow goodbyes,

to their rooms and, some to wait in Purgatory,

for they do not know what it truly is to live.

I see them,

and I want to say to them,

You are nothing,

You are small,

You, are not like Me.

You,

darken the stars with your very presence.

You,

are still strangers after all these years.

You are not like Me.

I see them loathing my existence,

through smiling eyes.

You are not Me,

and under this June sky,

I know,

we will always be infinite miles apart.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

I can empathise but I chose my wife not her family.In point of fact neither did she

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I can relate to this in the fact that I really can't find anything in my father that I can be proud to say he is... they say you have to love family but sometimes it is impossible ... what a great vent my friend.