Hole

 

I am ripping in half

One foot here

One foot there

Traditions have crumbled

Customs seem meaningless

Right and wrong blend into one

There is no one to comfort me

People seem robotic

Without minds

Without notice

They see another world and I stand alone

Still dressed in their attire

Trying to accept my birthright

Yet I am mocked

This carpet will not fly

No genies in my lamp

I twist in this noose

My grip is weakening

I can barely stand it

I am aggravated by my seeming bondage here

Why canít I grasp it?

Was I wrong?

 

No-

I know I am not.

 

                                  ---unAsleep