On The Outside


I’m always on the outside looking in…
I’m the smudge,the nose print on the window.
Never invited, never a part,
I’m always in shadow,
on the fringes.
Wandering unnoticed in the night
gazing the lamp lit rooms.
Studying your smile,
your gesture,
So if I ever get in
I’ll know what to do.

I’m always on the outside looking in,
searching for the key
so I can stay
What am I lacking?
What keeps me separate?
Sometimes a lost stranger pauses,
and I am drawn like a moth eager for the flame,

but it’s only for a moment,

they never stay.
I’m the lone performer on a stage
that’s not been built.
I play all the roles
and none of them are real.
How do you
get to the inside of things?




About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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6 Responses to On The Outside

  1. Love this. I can feel the longing and the distress.

  2. Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    Another poem from Jaye Thomas that gets right inside a human emotion.

  3. ailsacawley says:

    I don’t have the foggiest!! Spent a long time wondering 🙂 This is beautiful and touches those raw nerves nerves. ❤

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