Poem – “Vague”
Vague
sitting on a horizon not far from my train of thought
i ponder my existance and why they are here
there is no understanding and no compassion
for those that dont belong
the ones who just exist
why
does it take a life
to give meaning to that
something so surreal something
so potent yet something so basic
something that should have always been there
but never is
it is expeceted that i feel this way
but how do i feel
i dont know
you tell me
Copyright ©2009 Thomas Snyder
