surely
there must be some mistake
perhaps i wandered into
into the incorrect building
you see
i am quite simply not
qualified to be
here
these are neither my peers
nor my contemporaries
i am not in league
with such capable beings
there is no chance
for me
to ever hope to function
at this level
being of sound
heart and mind
this mindful awareness
has impaired me
in more ways
than i ever dare to fathom
my head
so heavy
no sooner can i
lift it from its feathered wrest
than i can
untether from this tempest
of everyday duress
it seems i have unwittingly
piqued gravity’s good will
for it bears down upon me
with the burden of all the heavens
it is such
that i must conclude
the nature of this vaunted god
is that of something wanton
Max, or Not 
Wonderfully expressed. I can relate to this.
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Thank you, Julia. hugs :)
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
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Thank you for re-blogging this, Olde Punk. <3
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You have a beautiful way of expressing your feelings of alienation. This makes me sad for you.
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Thank you, Christine. You’re my heirloom zinnia :)
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You are adorbs my dear. Zinnia does have potential as a nickname– kind of warrior like and delicate and complex all at the same time.
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