THE LONE BALE
There is always someone out there
Alone and apart,
This one is in constant wonder
And this itself is an art.
His soul is wild but his mind is contented,
He choses to be that far
Even if he is nor comprehended,
In the knowledge of himself he will stay
if allowed,
He knows he has no reason
to roll towards the crowd.
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Oh boy does this speak to me. Much of my poetry is about not needing to be part of a crowd, not expressed as eloquently as this I might add. The loner, the misfit who does attract people, misfit magnets like himself. One line stands out for me - in the knowledge of himself he will stay. I would add - and true to himself every day. You have written a poem that oozes elements of me through its pores. Thank you for posting.