Aberration
A Dark Poem About Being One's True Self
By Raven HeidrichPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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A loneliness has left me unfond
Of the wonders to behold
In this life, I seem not fit
Questions, but nobody can answer them
I am the key to no door
But am I a life worth living?
Could this be my own grave I am digging
By pointing out my oddity?
The matter in which I look at trees
And see somewhere their ecstasy
In taking the breath out of me
Some may look at me and laugh
Or wonder why I seem aloof
But I see what they don’t want me to see
I am their victim
So they can feel free
From the hate they carry
So, why should I have to bury
That which was born to me
By a mother sicker
Who only sang to me
Of gouls and goblins in the afternoon
And how they haunted her and hounded her
In the morning’s fogg-ed gloom?
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