Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Exile

I wanted to contribute but was dry
much like a barren blue and cloudless sky
but then I figured maybe I could lend
perspective that would endlessly extend
until a grain of sand got in my eye
and suddenly the light was not my friend

impaling jaded pupils with the facts
that no amount of blinking counteracts:
refusal to be part of the machine
eliminates your chances to be mean
or be involved in more productive pacts
that those who are contented may convene.

3 comments:

Donna said...

This does not sound like a good day at work...sorry. Hope you get refueled and revitalized, and feel like a member of the pack again...or as much as you wish to be! I'm pretty sure I know this exile of which you speak...Is it exile if you send yourself?

Lynn Proctor said...

i could feel the pain of that grain of sand---great message

rch said...

You nailed it Donna, but it looks like the outsider may be back in ;-)

Yes Lynn, it really stung :O