Alone

Secluded stony beach

No matter how well
I sometimes get along,
I must come to realize
that irrefutable truth
plain before my eyes
that for this world
I am just made not.

And whatever wellness
I may sometimes feel inside,
I know that from the outside
I am that weird and clueless stranger
the odd fish climbing up a tree
oblivious to the “real” world
caring for childish nonsense.

But however weird I may be seen
I am sure that in no way
do I want to resemble them
so clever in gamesmanship
experts in elbowing and backstabbing
spending their time chasing lowly morsels
and bowing for bureaucracy and evil powers.

No, I am changing this world not,
but they will never shortchange me either!
There is just nothing left to be done
I will pretend to fit from today on
until my heavy duties are over
and will then lock my door
placing myself under a joyous Sun
in the vast and silent spaces
of my inner garden.

Marcus Antoninus

Not the best poetry. Not the most inspired words. Just tired, feeling restless and overwhelmed. I needed to write it so.

Seclusion

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I locked my door from the inside
and entered that rich and silent world
where without tension and noise
I can simply be myself alone
without from outside imposed rules
or those frequent strange looks
never an outsider, always on spot
in the peace of my inner garden
there is a place I can call my home

Marcus Antoninus