I use to write a lot
Pages of ideas
Now I think too much
What great pain to stop writing
Miss the tangible
Deciphering my chicken scratch
An Old soul
Trapped in what looks like a younger man
But merely looks
Definitely doesn’t feel that way
Always at odds with myself
Some things too crazy to imagine or say
Always debating with my other self on the simplest things
At times I felt alone
I felt that I didn’t belong to either group
Young or old
I don’t fit in with the current times
A mesh of both the worst and best
Confused more than understood
It doesn’t make sense
Yet I don’t think it ever did
Feeling misplaced
A cup on the ledge instead of the cupboard
Far away from the fine China
Just a daily use case
Funny how we just become objects in the bigger picture
Our value lost and significance misplaced
Eventually we will all get thrown out
A mere imperfection away
Will we ever find our place?
Discarded for a tiny chip
Who wants the broken
But let us remind them
That one day
They too will be broken
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Day #350 SJD © 2021 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
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