Sitting in a crowd, standing out alone
The one thing in life in which I excel
Is discovering just where I don’t belong
They sing with voices that façade condescension
The choirs praise with cadaverous joy
Seats are filled, but hearts and intent
Echo with emptiness
Does this charade do justice?
I watch as plates are passed
I listen as words are stood in rows
And sent out into the battlefield
Sometimes a heart is taken captive
Most times the ears of the intended have built
Fortresses in their minds and barricaded the way in
Perhaps I am amongst the many, not the few
I find greater peace upon a pillow, not in a pew
My search for belonging continues
Alone
Within a crowd
-j.g.smith (10/27/07)
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