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(Today’s entry in the a-to-z challenge.)
He watched life from the outside, since
He wasn’t born to dress the part:
He saw that love is made for those
Who never really give their heart —
A handsome screen on which romance
Can be projected, full and clear;
The perfect both and hollow man –
Who’s always far away, and near —
He watched, and then went home, to find
Such solace as is made for men,
For winners win, the rich get rich,
And all of it restarts again
Yet he had dreams, and visions; that
Someone, someday would him dream of,
But what he wasn’t formed a shell
That kept him from real touch, or love,
And led him to the darkness, where
He’d often gone, since days of school:
For when all kindness goes unused
There’s still a residue of cruel;
Or, if not cruel, perhaps, unreal.
Frustration to the very core:
To see what is required, but know
That you aren’t it, and never could
Be more
