Welcome to Yesterday’s Poetical Reflections – a sub – series of my poetry directory in which l shall ‘reblog’ some of my previously published poetry.
It would be wrong of me to say that my life is a complete hell …
Although the way l am at times,
is perceived by others as though l am living in a cracked shell …
But for me,
it’s more like that of a looking into a deep well,
Trying to understand the life’s’ lines!
I can only but ever be who l am,
As others would believe me to be,
Yet l am also an Aspergian man,
and with this comes a certain degree,
Of understanding of when it all began!
My mind is as yours but not,
seeing the world through definition,
… learning more but easily forgot,
and awarded to mental decomposition!
You, see me as somewhat different,
… yet I see you as merely typical,
Mankind life always misspent ,
Trust me it’s not me that is odd!
Just you, the stereo neurotypicals!
Even l can agree to a certain torment,
Life is awkward for me admittedly,
Purgatory is wrong, but l meant,
Living with this disorder of irregular tranquillity!
Active brain that cries in lament!
and trying to get to grips with thoughts,
From darkened corners and deep crevices,
Knowing no peace, ever busy in exercise,
Woke up this year and again decided to write,
Emotions and ideas that appeared,
Within my space both day and night!
Verse, prose and even modern lyrics, how weird!
Helped it has to release the black and white!
And as time is progressing l find that,
It’s not enough to just to express one field,
Now l explore all forms of literary combat!
Discovering feelings that were concealed,
Making written forms look like scat!
So life therefore is awkward l do not disagree,
Exploring and understanding more of who is me,
Trying to get to grips with who l am,
As this different but normal Aspergic man,
Same as you perhaps, but still a solitary tree!
© Rory Matier 2010
|Revisited and reviewed Purgatory|