Unseen, no one notices the lone figure,
Hands out-stretched, offering a handshake,
Deliberate, eyes not making contact,
Left outside the circle, in the cold.
Once these were friends, a memory.
Shared laughter and sadness almost faded.
Now vibes of unfriendliness keenly felt.
What went wrong, the lone figure sighs.
Shamed felt, reason unknown.
Shunned, ousted from the circle.
Snubbed outright, can it get any worse.
Yes, no one sees the lone figure.
In silence this burden hidden.
Life goes on, a mask is formed.
Standing apart, resigned to be unseen.
The lone figure puts on the mask.
By C.E. Pereira
(9-11-2014)
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Author: cepcarol
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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