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Outcast

©.Copyright, 1996 Laura Chambers-Wright. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form without explicit written permission from the author and/or site management.

 

 

 

 

 
Sheltering hearts bear affections unknown and needs never to be met
Voices are crying while souls are dying and singing words we'll forget
Maybe it's just treachery or envy of that impossible goal
To stand outside and only look in to see a love we'll never know
For all who join the exodus of vainly alluring freedom
Searching the earth and land for a fictional kingdom
We chase a dark horse out into the mystifying night
Calling a cherished name that will never know reply
And we will only know, the pain of only knowing good-bye

I see it all so clearly when the night has left
Cast off from a life I need, but can't possess
The times of trying in vain are all just times in my mind
I'll drift and dream a hopeless scheme that I'm more than an outcast
Someone was banished long ago, from a life so unknown
And all the words I say, can't take it away, always to seem so alone
So along the path all else has vanished
Into the empty void from the love that was banished
Forbidden to always need and emptiness to always last
And cursing the life of an outcast

The moon, waxen and bright, stands alone and perfectly still
Sometimes you grow so tired of trying to find the will
Embraces appear so tragic and the longings you crave, too dark
Some days will never know sunshine and you won't have a heart
A time of forgetting and maybe remembering something new
Licking wounds of the past, I try to heal and shield my view
I protect my world and in this covered world I abide
Hidden away from sources of pain, only to see inside
The window shows a golden light that's held from touch
Never to know, never to let go, never to find any love

Crawling back to a deserted home, crumbling with time
Walls crack and then collapse, like this heart of mine
Jealous feelings and broken rage span an ever-burning fire
Just one home that isn't scarred by deceit or desire
Standing alone upon a mountain, watching a landslide
Someone who searched carelessly for a feeling that had died
Lifeless living and no hope of giving, nothing to take away
No scene to mesmerize my eyes, no joy to guide my way
I wonder if it's destiny or is all bargained fate
Can an emotion matter to me when it is too late?
The house stands so silently, it is strong and will last
While I am forever damned into the realm outcast.