poetry

Nameless

A song I cannot hear,

A dance I cannot feel,

A poem I did not write,

A life I do not want.

A syllable out of place,

Beating out of time,

I stand surrounded by the masses,

Destined to stand alone;

Like a song they cannot hear,

A dance they do not feel,

A poem they do not read

A friend they do not want-

Out of place and

Out of time.

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