Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


04 March 2014



I circle, looking in, uninvited,

try to smile, while all the while,

I’m clearly unaccepted.

Am I a threat, a predator?

I never feel like I belong.

But, it’s okay,

I only need to feed, not mingle.

It’s lonely sometimes,

in this great big sea.

I don’t need to change who,

or what, I am to fit in.

The ocean is mine, and I swim alone.




4 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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