Freestyle poem by myself.

[IsAnybodyThere]

On The Edge

Lonely and alone, I wander the shore of the turbid sea of relationships.

Occasionally I cast a pebble, which of course, disappears without a trace.

The sea teems with life. A seething mass of humanity.

Not all happy, but growing through sharing.

Am I alone in being unable to breathe the waters of life?

Is it necessary to fall into step in order to be accepted?

I do not wish to become another false face in the crowd.

If I cannot be true to myself then I am really lost.

The waves crash violently on the rocks nearby.

Such is the pain and hurt of trying to connect with someone.

I cannot part the water and walk through untouched.

Nor can I walk on the surface.

When I have waded in I seem always out of my depth.

This results in panic and withdrawal.

So here I remain; on the edge.

An outsider looking in.

The sand shifts uneasily beneath my feet.

Is there another who is also on the fringe?

Or am I truly alone on the shore?

Out of place; out of time; out of phase.

Is anybody there?

[NatureLover]

Powerful poem, @IsAnybodyThere .

[StuF]

Very powerful @IsAnybodyThere 

[Appleblossom]

@IsAnybodyThere 

 

Great writing.

I resonate strongly, and even bought a book of poetry 20 years ago called "Edge Effect"and researched it as a biological phenomena in ecology ... ie in the kind of life forms that evolve on the edge of 2 different habitats... like the shore and the sea ...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edge_effects 

There are people .. there .. but its still hard to find them ... even with all the latest tek

Take Care