Unto This Last

Should I just move on?
Shuffling somewhere new again
Where can I belong?
Comfort warm replacing pain
Where can I find fit?
Square the peg in rounded hole
Where does outside sit?
Friction burns from every role

Oh you try so hard
Grateful thanks are never seen
Man who marks own card
Different from what should have been
Why aren’t I like you?
Made unique the die was cast
World that turns with skew
Last is first when first is last


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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