Alone
From childhood I have not been as others
Were; I’ve not seen what others often see.
My passions spring from an alien mother
Where once I had swam in a serous sea.
I’m a stranger in this world called my home
Where all that I Love I have loved alone.
I can not awaken this heart of stone
Where emptiness thrives and nothing has grown.
The deep dark depths of this lone labyrinth
Lives a recluse withdrawn from those above
Encompassed and confined in defiance
Of what those above call brotherly love.
Feel not pity nor scorn for aloneness
For what people cherish I never missed.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009
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