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  • NB: From A strange man in a strange land

    Here I am alone again
    Staring at the sky so High
    Dreaming about times since gone
    Times that have long since died

    Shedding tears of silence
    And Crying all alone
    Wonder why the world has changed
    Why those I love are gone.

    The places that were
    Are now piles of stone
    Those I knew are old and worn
    Days are becoming so very still,
    As if the worlds no longer turning.

    Each day feels more and more strange
    I find myself talking more about what was
    Distancing myself from the reality around
    Watching friend faces pass

    I am afraid I will be the last
    And that fear is eating me away
    Should I die? Is a question I ponder.
    Or should I wait for the day.

    Then as my angel slowly leaves
    I feel inside so empty
    With tears I bid my goodbye
    And what tied me is no more
    This world feels tired

    Theres nothing now from the world I knew
    Nothing that brings a smile
    No reason for my being
    Existence feels futile

    So into the sea I walk
    Unknown is my fate
    Yet I pray that when I wake
    Familiar faces and place greet me safe

    I pray I will no longer be alone
    And can finally rest in peace
    No longer an creature in a strange land
    But a man who is home at last.


    February 13th, 2010 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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