Pale Shelter

the way of this thing . . . is all about interruptions and fragments the way of this thing is what I call my journey never did you ever question me about the way of this thing (no, never, ever) I wished to be worthy but all I received was faint refuge I wished for some respect but all I received was worthless so I journey lost and forlorn alone on my path when I fall I get myself back up I am here for me but you were not, not, not . . . the way of this thing . . . this thing I call my journey and life the way of this thing that I travel all alone falling into endless pits (oh this is) where words are weapons . . . I wished to be worthy but all I received was faint refuge I wished for some respect but all I received was worthless so I journey lost and forlorn alone on my path when I fall I get myself back up I am here for me but you are not, not, not . . . so I will just continue depending on me into the world I will weave my tangled way I have met many a character I have adored and hated a thousand times and been left weeping and broken (because) the way of this thing (is a sea of nameless faces) I wished to be worthy but all I received was faint refuge I wished for some respect but all I received was worthless so I journey lost and forlorn alone on my path when I fall down I get myself back up I am here for me but you are not, not, not . . . all I ever received was faint refuge from you . . . life (was worthless) was useless faint refuge _______________________ November 16, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/Pale Shelter Copyright Protected ID 19-1198820-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Pale Shelter sponsor, John Hamilton - Inspiration - Pale Shelter by Tears For Fears Third Place